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[ Loki's skin is pale; he, once again, looks human, his eyes green, his hair dark. His fingers are restless, tapping. ] Shall we have a tale?

Here, I believe the appropriate beginning is, let's see... Once upon a time.

Once upon a time, there was a little world. It had no boundaries, but it was small enough that it needed no boundaries. More on that later, I certainly expect. This world was made by balance between order and chaos. Order created and arranged, and chaos introduced an element of randomness. Evolution. Each required the other to innovate.

But, then, Order isn't so very good at innovation, is it? Perhaps inevitable that one day Chaos would begin to dominate. The balance reels, and the world changes -- or perhaps it's that the world changes, and the balance tips. Either way, each avatar, one of order, one of chaos, are locked in eternal battle. Thorns began to spread, and so Order had to try, again, to reach beyond itself. Literally, this time.

As we stand: order reached to heroes, but could not cope with the element of instability the heroes produced. Thus, it boxed them into confined roles, shaved off the bits of them that would not fit.

Take care, heroes, for chaos would destroy everything -- but order would destroy you from within.

This is, as it stands, all I know. Let you ignorants be satisfied with that.

[ OOC: Thread between Sif and Loki below includes NSFW content. Be thyself warned. ]

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Then...would you permit more questions? The maesters say the only cure for ignorance is instruction.

And they are right, though I do not know if I have the knowledge you seek.

Why would order not be preferable over chaos? The Thorns have already consumed whole villages, whereas the King provides safety. And the Hero was an agent of chaos who would have killed us all.

I would rather fight for an option I want, rather than the lesser of two poor ones. Wouldn't you? -- So, then, I wish only for balance between them, and dominance of neither.

But chaos wears suffering and death in its train. What of that is good?

Love is chaos; life is chaos.

If mortals did not die, Princess, then they would never live.

[ Love is chaos? Sansa thinks of her father, who taught his children to be just and good and have loving hearts. Does not justice maintain order?

King Robert loved her aunt Lyanna, and some say Rhaegar Targaryen did as well. Robert went to war when Lyanna was taken. Robb went to war out of love for his father, and died because he married the wrong woman. And if Father had not died, Sansa might have stayed a stupid, simple little girl forever. A part of her died with Lady; another part died with her father; a third when they made her a Lannister; and a last when she became another man's bastard daughter.

Nothing is so simple as in songs. ]

So...order is the way we try to live, and chaos is the way we truly live.

Chaos is our instinct, and order is what is trained into us.

If that is true, then order and balance have no hope. Chaos will always win.

By its nature, chaos cannot win. Winning isn't something it understands.

But then, neither can order. [ It's said hesitantly, in a tone seeking his assent. ] Because a return to chaos is inevitable.

Not only that, but neither victory is desirable.

But order does not kill. Order preserves the peace so death may not stake too strong a claim.

Would you live your life in a neat little box someone else has made for you, Princess?

Because I would not.

[ How close that question strikes to home. All Sansa does is live her life at others' whims. But that is how life is, she has learned. Sansa is weak, talentless a songbird in a cage. There is no freedom; only more lies. More cages. ]

I would live, and not die.

I would die, and not surrender.

You are brave, my lord.

I am stubborn. And malicious.

You have been kind to me. And I never thanked you.

[ A beat. ]

Cruel, too.

[ Cruelty by Sansa's reckoning comes worse than harsh words and terror at a hungry beast. ]

But kind. And to Lady, as well.

You are as a beaten stray; you will take food from any hand, whether it strikes you or not.

[ She does not feel the insult, not truly. It hurts no worse than pricking a finger, because she knows that it is true. And here is another truth: that everyone possesses both kindness and cruelty both. ]

Is it so wrong to want to see kindness when the rest of the world is so very cruel?

Only if the kindness is falsehood.

[ He is not kind. There is not a speck of kindness in him. ]

Was the flower?

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