eswareinmal | Orb Post || Day 17

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Orb Post || Day 17

[Sif comes up, looking as composed as a person not used to making apologies can be.]

To those of you whom I may have acted towards in an ill manner: I wanted to take a moment to apologize for my actions. They did not reflect how a representative of Asgard ought to present themselves in a foreign land.

[They reflected perfectly how representatives of Asgard actually conduct themselves in foreign lands, but that is not the point :|]

In spite of the King's generous offer of amnesty, if you've want of restitution or your honor needs satisfied, I encourage you to seek me out.

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[No uncertainty on her part. He made her feel foolish -- if she makes him feel the same in return, so be it.]

That is exactly what you left me with. Nothing.

My quest was to help the people of this kingdom.

Should I have tarried for you?

This place has taken your strengths as well if that is all the excuse you can manage. You and I tarried for quite some time. You could have afforded the few additional moments it would have taken to say goodbye. You chose not to.

And what would you have me say? I made no promises to you.

Who asked you for a promise? A simple goodbye would have sufficed.

If I stayed with you, if I waited, would you have let me go?

Am I your warden, now?

I have a thousand wardens, a thousand chains.

None that you do not create.

I've no interest in being your keeper.

Don't you?

Don't you want the traitor tamed at your hand? Oh, look at him, look how his monstrous nature runs noble when she needs him... -- Look! It must mean that he can be saved.

Those are your assumptions, your fears. Not mine.

You want me good, Sif. As Thor did, every time he looked upon me.

Thor wanted his brother, you idiot.

[She hesitates, here. But she thinks him a coward, at this moment, and does not wish to act in like kind. She leans forward.]

And I want you.

And what is Loki? A failure, wrapped in false skin, with a false heart.

I would be anyone but me.

Well, you can't.

[This, say says gently enough -- the truth itself is firm enough. She remembers wishing similar things, as a girl. Wanting to be anyone but the strange maiden who played in the mud. Two wholly different places, but the same fact: that the root of a person remains.]

So know your skin, know your heart, until you no longer name them false.

My true skin would burn your flesh from your bones.

[ Never forget, Sif: he is Jotunn. ]

Only if you let it.

I am returned to Schwanheim.

{ A beat. ]

I have not seen Thor.

I would hear of the thorns.

[A frown.]

I spoke with him, briefly, before I set off into the forest. But I have not spoken with him since. I have not seen him in person since his arrival.

I will find out where he's gone.

[There's a brief tug in the back of Sif's mind -- don't you already know? Isn't he the one that needs protection from you?

For now, she pushes it away as a remnant.]

I will help you.

[Her concern for one brother takes precedence over her anger at the other.]