[The first response confuses him, and Loki's brow furrows a little as he tries to decipher what it could even mean. But then the second response hits... and breaks him. His jaw actually drops in some mixture of horror, concern, shame, ostracization and a flattening myriad of so many other feelings at once. He can't manage words.]
[Ants, he'd called them. Trying to enrage them, choosing one of the easiest destinations to do so, given the list of people whose retinal scans would have done the trick. The flashback of Sanctuary is bad enough, and hasn't yet ended. But this wound is just as deep. His friends hadn't known him, on Asgard. His family hadn't known him. Letting go of the spear had been his only way of showing them... because the Liesmith wouldn't be believed.]
[His throat closes. Words aren't just impossible; they don't even occur to him. There is a long silence as his jaw remains open. Then someone makes a wet choking sound like they've been stabbed or somethi-- oh that was himself. Oh.]
[Words then. Words are expected, Silvertongue.]
[They sound hollow and husky, when he does manage them.] I'll leave.
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[The first response confuses him, and Loki's brow furrows a little as he tries to decipher what it could even mean. But then the second response hits... and breaks him. His jaw actually drops in some mixture of horror, concern, shame, ostracization and a flattening myriad of so many other feelings at once. He can't manage words.]
[Ants, he'd called them. Trying to enrage them, choosing one of the easiest destinations to do so, given the list of people whose retinal scans would have done the trick. The flashback of Sanctuary is bad enough, and hasn't yet ended. But this wound is just as deep. His friends hadn't known him, on Asgard. His family hadn't known him. Letting go of the spear had been his only way of showing them... because the Liesmith wouldn't be believed.]
[His throat closes. Words aren't just impossible; they don't even occur to him. There is a long silence as his jaw remains open. Then someone makes a wet choking sound like they've been stabbed or somethi-- oh that was himself. Oh.]
[Words then. Words are expected, Silvertongue.]
[They sound hollow and husky, when he does manage them.] I'll leave.