unseelie; video.

[survivra]

They're going to take our power, one by one, and the lives of everyone here. I don't consent to live like this. I don't know about worlds being eaten in our homes or being born again later, and I don't care. Our lives are being ended as they are now.

I don't like to kill needlessly, but it will keep happening—if you meet someone who wants to let that thing destroy everything, including you, then you should find your chance and stick a blade into their heart.

[ she hurls her locket at the wall, and the video hits its target and shuts down. ]

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[survivra]

[ it's so perfectly phrased, so well stated, that katsa wonders whether he's somehow read her mind. she's startled, and she takes a moment to repeat the words to herself.

she wants the same. perhaps she's misunderstood him. ]

Change—how, or what? Anything?

[selfimage]

[ there's a little shrug. ]

To be better, perhaps. To not be as the universe would dictate.

[ to be contrary, maybe. his mother had wanted the Loki who was the villain again, and she argued it was better for Asgardia. it was just damnation for him. ]

To be myself, whatever that may mean for the future.

[ freedom. ]

[survivra]

...I want that, too. Exactly that.

All I want is to know that a future exists at all, and after that no one can say what it will be.

[selfimage]

A fellow revolutionary.

[ the pleasant tone of his voice seems to get a bit warmer. ]

Are you certain you don't want to go on that adventure for answers?

[survivra]

[ She smiles at him. ]

You should know I'm all for adventuring. From what I can tell, that's what we've been doing since we arrived.

[selfimage]

[ there's a smug little look of victory. ]

This one will be dangerous. Which, of course, should make it all the better. What's an adventure without a little danger?

[survivra]

[ her smile grows wider. ]

Nothing at all, most likely. But you have something in mind?

[selfimage]

A little something, yes—but I need another little something before that something can be a something.

I'll call you, how's that? Once all the somethings are in order.

[survivra]

Yes, as long as all your somethings make sense. Then tell me. I'll wait to hear it.

[selfimage]

No pressure or anything.

[ he says to himself. ]