[ Loki watches him, but not with any form of shock or disturbance. there's a part of him—or perhaps all of him—that can understand that. death would just return him again, and again, and again. he would dance the same dance, play the same game, and wonder if he could ever be anything but what everyone else wanted him to be. ]
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What are you, Ahad?
[ he asks quietly, eyes low-lidded. ]