[She absolutely despises lies. Every catch of one leads to an aggravating frustration, entirely unwanting of having to know she isn't getting the honest truth. Except here, she wishes she could get even the tiniest detection, a hint that Loki was spouting lies to her. But there's nothing, and she wishes Eudio had somehow messed with her abilities, turning them off for this one moment.
I killed the boy.]
But I thought ... that wasn't real. [She knows Loki's had his secrets, but it's a heavier load than she expected and the more truth that spills from his lips, the more unsure she becomes of what she's even listening to.
He was right to tell her to sit, feeling her legs grow almost weak from the overwhelming storytelling. Even so, she stands, eyes scanning him as she tries to find the proper words.]
You said you wanted to change. You said you wanted to be better. I trusted that.
no subject
I killed the boy.]
But I thought ... that wasn't real. [She knows Loki's had his secrets, but it's a heavier load than she expected and the more truth that spills from his lips, the more unsure she becomes of what she's even listening to.
He was right to tell her to sit, feeling her legs grow almost weak from the overwhelming storytelling. Even so, she stands, eyes scanning him as she tries to find the proper words.]
You said you wanted to change. You said you wanted to be better. I trusted that.
[So why?]