[ Loki rubs his hands together, an old but new habit born from his strange skin. There are times he's afraid to look at himself lest the illusion slips and everyone sees and everyone will know — abruptly he cuts off that train of thought, his nails digging into his palms. ]
I am . . . looking to know why you thought my return was better than no return at all.
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[ Loki rubs his hands together, an old but new habit born from his strange skin. There are times he's afraid to look at himself lest the illusion slips and everyone sees and everyone will know — abruptly he cuts off that train of thought, his nails digging into his palms. ]
I am . . . looking to know why you thought my return was better than no return at all.