[Likewise, Loki's statements do Giovanni the same, ignite a sick twist of recognition in him that leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth. He knows how that is, after all, to have been smaller, weaker, horribly flawed. He's not that broken child anymore, but nor is he quite what he ought to be.

There's the slight curious canine cant of his head.]

Then we shall find the time. A pleasant distraction, if nothing else. And lucky you, I suppose. No easy feat, that. Although sometimes all one has to do is outlive the rest.

[He's almost the last of his batch standing. Almost]