[ Loki shudders. He doesn't like this. The weight on Thor's bed was too familiar and it comes with the bone-old nostalgia that Loki has never been fully able to shake of. Unfortunately, Loki can't look back with the same kind of gaze Thor holds for their past. The one lie had called everything into question. His upbringing, his skills, his family. Even himself. Loki may be the God of Lies, proficient in twisting any truth. But he hates the art of lying and he finds himself too twisted to know the difference anymore.
I was merely giving truth to the lie I was fed all my life. After all, what else is there? Loki cannot see a future anymore. ]
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I was merely giving truth to the lie I was fed all my life. After all, what else is there? Loki cannot see a future anymore. ]
I suppose it no longer matters.