[Loki does just that, lounging comfortably in the chair After a moment, he collects his note and opens it, reading the simple text over.
Virtue, really?
Though part of him doesn't like the idea of Obi-wan 'having faith,' because that sort of faith is inevitably disappointed. Nearly anyone else, he wouldn't care in the slightest. But Obi-wan, he'd made the mistake of taking into his confidence, making that friendship something that feels disturbingly real.
And even now he still tries to lie to himself that it wasn't.
He reads the letter over one more time, committing it to memory, and then burns it up in a flash between his fingers. There's a soft spray of sparks into the air that have burnt out before they touch anything else, and not even the faintest thread of smoke.]
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Virtue, really?
Though part of him doesn't like the idea of Obi-wan 'having faith,' because that sort of faith is inevitably disappointed. Nearly anyone else, he wouldn't care in the slightest. But Obi-wan, he'd made the mistake of taking into his confidence, making that friendship something that feels disturbingly real.
And even now he still tries to lie to himself that it wasn't.
He reads the letter over one more time, committing it to memory, and then burns it up in a flash between his fingers. There's a soft spray of sparks into the air that have burnt out before they touch anything else, and not even the faintest thread of smoke.]