[ Loki puts a little sugar into his cup. The spoon stirs itself idly as he looks out at the crowds of people. It feels a little claustrophobic. Sakaar had been the same. Full to the brim with people only looking out for themselves. Loki reveled in it at first, easily making the climb to a "trusted" acquaintance of the Grand Master.
But it soured quickly. This place suits you Loki. Looking at Hela had been like looking into a mirror. Loki has never liked what he sees there, but looking at her, overlaid with his own face . . . that had been far worse than anything he had ever imagined. ]
And there was plenty to mourn. She was my sister, all things considered. Whether I knew her or not, I did not take pride in orchestrating her passing.
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[ Loki puts a little sugar into his cup. The spoon stirs itself idly as he looks out at the crowds of people. It feels a little claustrophobic. Sakaar had been the same. Full to the brim with people only looking out for themselves. Loki reveled in it at first, easily making the climb to a "trusted" acquaintance of the Grand Master.
But it soured quickly. This place suits you Loki. Looking at Hela had been like looking into a mirror. Loki has never liked what he sees there, but looking at her, overlaid with his own face . . . that had been far worse than anything he had ever imagined. ]
And there was plenty to mourn. She was my sister, all things considered. Whether I knew her or not, I did not take pride in orchestrating her passing.