[ He stops, suddenly. His breathing is ragged and unsteady, his grip on Eliot's shirt collar ultimately failing and letting go entirely. Those words ...
Loki doesn't know anymore. He no longer believes any word that leaves Eliot's lips. But even now they sound so honest and true, and yet he must refuse to believe them. Eliot had hurt him, wounded him so deeply, more than anyone on any realm ever had before. The wolf is nothing more than a great liar. And wasn't that ironic? ]
I hate you.
[ His words are said with such anger and spite, he's not sure if he believes them himself.
He stands, rising unsteadily to his feet. After a deep breath, he summons the very object Eliot had been after, the small cube of power in it's protective covering. With a snarl he casts it to the side, taking out a few trees in the process before it sinks into the ground. ]
There, retrievalist. Take it.
[ Then he turns, and begins to walk away, unable to hold back the stream of tears. ]
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Loki doesn't know anymore. He no longer believes any word that leaves Eliot's lips. But even now they sound so honest and true, and yet he must refuse to believe them. Eliot had hurt him, wounded him so deeply, more than anyone on any realm ever had before. The wolf is nothing more than a great liar. And wasn't that ironic? ]
I hate you.
[ His words are said with such anger and spite, he's not sure if he believes them himself.
He stands, rising unsteadily to his feet. After a deep breath, he summons the very object Eliot had been after, the small cube of power in it's protective covering. With a snarl he casts it to the side, taking out a few trees in the process before it sinks into the ground. ]
There, retrievalist. Take it.
[ Then he turns, and begins to walk away, unable to hold back the stream of tears. ]
Clearly it means more to you than I ever did.