Day 61: Recreation Field (Shift 2)

[complicatedliar]

Loki wasn't entirely thrilled about returning to the recreation field, though he supposed it would be nicer during the day. And without the annoying presence of Riku. Some fresh air would likely do him good; that was what Sif and Thor had always claimed right before they dragged him out of the library.

He wasn't entirely certain if that was a pleasant thought or not. It was still far too mixed up and painful.

He was allowed to go back to his room and pull out every bit of warm clothing he had, bundling up as much as he could. As he followed the nurse out into the field, he also wondered if this meant he would miss out on the greenhouse, since he'd arranged to meet Soma after lunch. That had priority, of course, but he did find plants interesting. At least it was good to know there were activities they were forced to participate in during the day that weren't as horrifically painful as, say, what the music room would indicate.

Good to know that as prisons went, it wasn't all just torture, torture, torture. Some variation was good for the mind.

He wandered along the crunchy, dead grass, for now steering clear of the few other patients. The air felt much better during the day, smelled much better to him as well as he sniffed at it. even if it was cold enough to make his nose hurt. It reminded him uncomfortably of Jotunheim, and...

But at least here, there was sunlight. He wasn't trapped in that dark place as sometimes was in his nightmares.

Loki stopped about halfway down the field, tilting his head back to take in the thin sunlight, his eyes slipping shut.

[Here, angel angel angel... :D Castiel!]

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[purgatio]

Nigredo was granted a smile for that, without any mocking in it. "I don't think you'd need too steep a learning curve. You're likely smarter than me." Given freely, but the second subject had trailed off despite Albedo's wanting. He frowned suddenly at his hand, as if noticing something there, and leaned in to peer closer.

...Which, of course, was a farce, and he kissed Nigredo's cheek before jumping back with a laugh. "It makes sense," he agreed, then put a finger to his cheek. "But to move back to the other topic at hand, would you disagree? Anyone renowned for their abilities and actions have likely taken a life somewhere along the way. Idealists are the most dangerous, for they are those that justify taking lives for their causes. And then you have weapons, like us, and-- Where is the dividing line between targets and people of worth?"

He held his hands out as if to question, then shook his head. "...I'm digressing. Yes, it implies that no one named holy is truly clean, and the blood of eons rests on any hands called as blessed." His head tipped, eyes shining somewhat. This was a subject he found pleasure in, it seemed. "A justifiable murder is a killing all the same. To humans, at least," he added with a grin, showing the whole rant as a sham of halves, an argument he only half-believed.

[atrabilis]

Flattery seemed to be the likely attempt, and still, Nigredo laughed despite himself. "Maybe," he said. "I don't know if I want to exhaust myself searching for texts on Lost Jerusalem technology." As they were, they could barely secure intel in regards to Landel's Institute. They would have little luck with the rest of this world (or time), especially when they were trapped on a single patch of land.

The prospect, however, did not come off as terrible as it might have been weeks ago. As if to demonstrate, Albedo made a rather forward gesture, one Nigredo failed to predict, and the younger dropped his eyes to flush pink. It was a surprise he managed to keep to the subject. "I don't disagree." Not in its entirety, at any rate. One could argue the fine points, but nothing registered as wrong. And the dividing line struck a--

But Albedo continued, and Nigredo frowned in thought. "Justifiable murder," he echoed. "I don't understand it." How could it be called killing when humans dictated such things all the time?