[When he described Loki's mind as a bag of cats he'd had no idea how near to the truth he'd been, if the cats were feral, rabid, with sharpened claws and bloodied fangs. There are corners he touches that he flinches away from, pits of jealousy like sulfuric acid.
He pushes other thoughts and memories out for Loki to distract him. Saturday morning cartoons and dead baby jokes he heard in sixth grade.]
And you can't even see why what you did was wrong. [Families mourning loved ones, destruction and pain left in the Hulk's wake. Loki might not feel regret, but Bruce's is as bitter as chewing on aspirin.]
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[When he described Loki's mind as a bag of cats he'd had no idea how near to the truth he'd been, if the cats were feral, rabid, with sharpened claws and bloodied fangs. There are corners he touches that he flinches away from, pits of jealousy like sulfuric acid.
He pushes other thoughts and memories out for Loki to distract him. Saturday morning cartoons and dead baby jokes he heard in sixth grade.]
And you can't even see why what you did was wrong. [Families mourning loved ones, destruction and pain left in the Hulk's wake. Loki might not feel regret, but Bruce's is as bitter as chewing on aspirin.]