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[Is that as he wishes? Not in the slightest. But can he have what he does wish? No.

Leto and his bloody questions. He sighs, head leaned back against the tree.]

It is not, and surely you know that as well.

[ He steps back carefully. ]

No. But we are both too old for this song and dance, Loki. Would you prefer it if no one contested you?

One is never too old for foolishness.

[He swallows a flippant answer and actually considers it, eyes closed to slits.]

I might become bored with the winning, after a time.

[Hah.]

And I might forget who I am, without anyone to declare I am not. [The entire being of Loki at this point has been defined by his fight to be himself, whoever that is. All he knows is what he is not, because of the boxes he's refused to be put in.]

That is a fight we all face, but there is more to it than simply the fight itself.

I said once, there is only the war. [It all depends on how one defines war.]

What is it that you want? [Out of this conversation, in particular.]

[ And it is a war Loki will never end. ]

I know better than to ask.

That would be a first. [Snort.]

[ His lips twitch, despite himself. ]

Knowing and acting on it can be contradictory. If I acted on all that I knew, there would be nothing left to do.

Yet in this case you do, as you know better than to ask, so do not. [Shrug.]

If I do not ask, who will?

Will you remain quiet until the end of days?

No one, I suspect.

Have you known me to be silent at all?

[It depends on how one defines silence. Another of his contradictions, he supposes. He can talk all day and say nothing at all.]

[ Leto gives him a dry look. ]

You are silent on what matters, and you are skilled in the art of deflection.

[A brief grin.]

Does anything matter at all?

[It all matters so much, and not in the slightest. Holding conflicting viewpoints is an art.

But yes, he is very good at deflecting.]

Yes, Loki. It matters.

[Though the question is more if anything matters to Loki. Some days more than others.]

And that is why you've still a heart left to be broken.

[ He laughs. ]

It is the day I die. What do I care if my heart is broken then?

Perhaps if you were wise enough to have no heart, you'd manage to survive. [Snort.]

[ He laughs. ]

Survival is not my business and I can do that easily enough. More easily than anyone else here. You survive to spite those who said you cannot. But are you surviving or living?

[He laughs softly.]

I am biding my time. Perhaps I shall eat death's heart.

[ Leto stays quiet at that, an odd, telling silence. For Leto, when all time is open, all deaths are open too. The where or when rarely matters when he can see it all. ]

Perhaps.

[Sidelong look.]

How shall I die this time?

[ He counters fluidly, with a smile. ]

Are you not already dead?

[Loki simply spreads his hands as if to say, What would you have of me?]

[ Leto shrugs. ]

Best not to ask me questions I will not answer.

That would be very boring.

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