[ The fleeting sensation of pins and needles pricks his fingertips. Would that he could brush it off as his imagination-- but yes. Yes.
It is nothing.
He regards her silently for a moment, digesting her bitter answer. Destruction, yet they considered him a threat for simply wishing to set them straight. It is in the innate conceit of his nature to first consider this information as it applies to himself, but there is room for something else alongside resentment -- a vague sense of sympathy that he cannot appreciate as genuine because why would he feel it for her? He is no stranger to loss, but is his not different? More?
Having lied for so long, Loki thinks nothing of reaching forward to place his hand on her own. Is it not part of his deceit?
His voice is low, somber. ]
I've had you relive something terrible. My apologies.
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It is nothing.
He regards her silently for a moment, digesting her bitter answer. Destruction, yet they considered him a threat for simply wishing to set them straight. It is in the innate conceit of his nature to first consider this information as it applies to himself, but there is room for something else alongside resentment -- a vague sense of sympathy that he cannot appreciate as genuine because why would he feel it for her? He is no stranger to loss, but is his not different? More?
Having lied for so long, Loki thinks nothing of reaching forward to place his hand on her own. Is it not part of his deceit?
His voice is low, somber. ]
I've had you relive something terrible. My apologies.