[When the waiter arrives, Loki absentmindedly orders himself a scotch and the first appetizer he sees on the menu without much thought. It doesn’t have anything to do with the money anymore and is purely because he’s distracted. A sense of dread fills him as he realizes that no matter what he does, no matter how he tries to be better or do better, some of the things he’s done are not things he can fix.
It’s not a great feeling. No one wants to find out that they are the ruining asshole of the world.]
I am very sorry to hear that. You and your kind do not deserve it. No one deserves such things.
[Yeah, great Loki. Too little too late there, don’t you think?]
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It’s not a great feeling. No one wants to find out that they are the ruining asshole of the world.]
I am very sorry to hear that. You and your kind do not deserve it. No one deserves such things.
[Yeah, great Loki. Too little too late there, don’t you think?]