Loki puffs out his cheeks and sighs loudly, turning his gaze to the horizon. "We've talked about it, Alexandrie and I. About my propensity to sabotage the important things and my fears about it." He flares his nose, hands in his pockets. "And it's not terrible, when we talk about it. Not entirely, anyway. But the fears remain, and the feeling that if I don't sabotage it myself something worse will come along and take it from me anyway also remains."

It's that central fear he doesn't know what to do with. He knows that fear can undermine even the best laid plans and his plans aren't often the best laid, by experience.

"I'm trying very hard not to sabotage it, I think." It's hard to tell. It feels like work, anyway; difficult and uncomfortable. "But what happens if that doesn't matter, if it all falls apart anyway?"