[ As the few stragglers remaining begin to clear out, a hand reaches out to take Loki's arm. For someone usually so fastidious about his appearance, Ahad doesn't seem to care about the blood he's standing in. Instead, his attention seems to be split between Loki and the body on the floor.
It's not really a moment for words, but Ahad dredges up a few from somewhere. Moments always break, eventually. ]
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It's not really a moment for words, but Ahad dredges up a few from somewhere. Moments always break, eventually. ]
I was asked, quite recently, about regret.