[ He inhales sharply, the first crack in his demeanor. Even his fingers shake. Hope, long buried gold, sinks back into his veins like a hot rush. Ruthlessly, Loki breaks eye contact with Thor, even if it meant losing ground in this discussion. ]
Your sentiment still rules you. I . . . would have thought you learned better.
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Your sentiment still rules you. I . . . would have thought you learned better.