The urge to glance back at her burning journals was strong, but somehow Hermione resisted. She thought about Loki's words and what it all meant. The good in the bad, the bad in the good. It was like yin and yang. They were bound together and meant to be. Apart, they were a mess, a disaster. But together? Together, they were harmonious. They were powerful. Powerful enough to face Hela and whatever else came their way.