Perhaps it would have been better for him to pretend that he was pure and innocent, but he doubted anyone would believe that particular lie. Hurting people was an inevitability in life, if nothing else.

Her attitude seemed so strange, this constant refrain of 'everyone being in this together.' He expected as soon as the current regime of Landel was overthrown, the prisoners would probably turn on each other like hungry dogs.

Loki's smile faded and he looked back down at his hands as if chastened. "People are often narrow-minded and stupid, in my experience," he said, voice soft. "More often than not."

What was there to prove? Why would he feel the need to prove anything to anyone? It wasn't as if he owed these mortals a damn thing. He was Loki, he didn't need to prove anything.

Then why did you try to destroy an entire world?

Loki covered his eyes with one hand for a moment. "I am sorry," he said again. "I meant no harm. I mean no harm. I merely wished to..." To what? Prove himself? To show that he was a good son? To show he was no monster by slaying all of them?

Loki's hand tensed as he tried to drag his thoughts back to a more useful place, to the matter at hand. "I merely wished to be of use. I am sorry to have disappointed you, Soma."