He could handle this. He knew it was the Madness. He could keep it at bay, couldn't he?
Looking for a change of subject, Loki glanced down at the scar Bakura had been worrying for the past few minutes.
"Was it that attack that scarred your hand?" It was an unusual mark -- it looked like a puncture wound. Unpleasant for all involved, he'd wager.
As though you knew anything about unpleasant scars, came Thor's voice again. You flee them like a frightened rabbit! No one could follow a king like that.
Loki ignored the voices and focused on breathing. One breath after the other, cooling the rising, burning heat within him.
It's just as well Father favors me -- he could never have intended for you to reign. I don't know why Father keeps you around at all. You're superfluous!
Breathe in, breathe out, listen for Bakura's answer. Scars. Yes. Death City, attacked. How was he hurt?
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He could handle this. He knew it was the Madness. He could keep it at bay, couldn't he?
Looking for a change of subject, Loki glanced down at the scar Bakura had been worrying for the past few minutes.
"Was it that attack that scarred your hand?" It was an unusual mark -- it looked like a puncture wound. Unpleasant for all involved, he'd wager.
As though you knew anything about unpleasant scars, came Thor's voice again. You flee them like a frightened rabbit! No one could follow a king like that.
Loki ignored the voices and focused on breathing. One breath after the other, cooling the rising, burning heat within him.
It's just as well Father favors me -- he could never have intended for you to reign. I don't know why Father keeps you around at all. You're superfluous!
Breathe in, breathe out, listen for Bakura's answer. Scars. Yes. Death City, attacked. How was he hurt?