[ It haunts him still. You're not. Saying it to this . . . ghost. A ghost that Loki might have conjured or imagined, a Frigga suited to his whims, his needs. His prevailing guilt. He cannot trust it, trust himself. Even if he could, Loki would shatter at the chance. Just looking at her reduces him to a weakling, a child looking to hide behind her shadow. ]
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[ It haunts him still. You're not. Saying it to this . . . ghost. A ghost that Loki might have conjured or imagined, a Frigga suited to his whims, his needs. His prevailing guilt. He cannot trust it, trust himself. Even if he could, Loki would shatter at the chance. Just looking at her reduces him to a weakling, a child looking to hide behind her shadow. ]
I failed her.