[He is shaking apart, he can feel it. Loki never had difficulty needling him, but this cruel shade of him manages it more deftly than ever. It is the rawness of loss and the strain of conflict, he knows, but the knowledge does nothing to stop the tight heat rising through his throat and to his eyes, and it does not keep his voice from rising nearly to the point of cracking.]
All he was, all he became, all he might have been! I mourn it all, and that you will mock and deny me for it, I mourn that as well. [A hard blink sends wetness rolling down his face and he grimaces, scrubbing it away with the heel of his hand.] There. Are you satisfied? Or shall I bleed for you next?
Day 1
[He is shaking apart, he can feel it. Loki never had difficulty needling him, but this cruel shade of him manages it more deftly than ever. It is the rawness of loss and the strain of conflict, he knows, but the knowledge does nothing to stop the tight heat rising through his throat and to his eyes, and it does not keep his voice from rising nearly to the point of cracking.]
All he was, all he became, all he might have been! I mourn it all, and that you will mock and deny me for it, I mourn that as well. [A hard blink sends wetness rolling down his face and he grimaces, scrubbing it away with the heel of his hand.] There. Are you satisfied? Or shall I bleed for you next?