What they say on Wikipedia, even when not suspect, is barely a fraction of the real story, for any of us.
It was a slow change. Decades slow. I don't know. I'm not even sure how Thor would answer that question because his memories don't match mine. I remember the bright and beloved prince, reveling in his own glory, and how I slowly turned from his closest confidante into a prop, or an ill-behaved pet. He held me close with one hand and made me the target of petty insults with the other.
I remember being told to know my place.
He's not that man any longer, though, and I can't trust my own memory. I'm not sure he'll ever understand that.
Murder was the side effect, not the desired outcome. But that doesn't matter to the people who died. They're still just as gone.
Your memories are fragmented because you were exposed to suffering beyond what the structure of the human brain was designed to handle. I'm not very good with empathy. Or sympathy. Or decency. Yet I don't want to harm you further.
I think I might be in a better position to understand than most of the people around you.
It would matter to me. I don't want to be that kind of monster.
At any rate, this is my pathetic way of leaving my door open, should you want to talk about it. There's no particular reason you should trust me, I suppose, but if there's anything I have a reputation for, it's being able to keep secrets.
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What they say on Wikipedia, even when not suspect, is barely a fraction of the real story, for any of us.
It was a slow change. Decades slow. I don't know. I'm not even sure how Thor would answer that question because his memories don't match mine. I remember the bright and beloved prince, reveling in his own glory, and how I slowly turned from his closest confidante into a prop, or an ill-behaved pet. He held me close with one hand and made me the target of petty insults with the other.
I remember being told to know my place.
He's not that man any longer, though, and I can't trust my own memory. I'm not sure he'll ever understand that.
TY!
Doesn't sound right.
Doesn't sound like a reason to murder a lot of people over either, but- it doesn't sound right either way.
Memories are a weird and fickle thing. Mine are all fragmented too. I don't think anyone really understands them.
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Your memories are fragmented because you were exposed to suffering beyond what the structure of the human brain was designed to handle. I'm not very good with empathy. Or sympathy. Or decency. Yet I don't want to harm you further.
I think I might be in a better position to understand than most of the people around you.
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Don't think you could harm me any further than that. Or- I don't know. It wouldn't even matter at this point. I appreciate it, though.
Seems that way, yeah.
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At any rate, this is my pathetic way of leaving my door open, should you want to talk about it. There's no particular reason you should trust me, I suppose, but if there's anything I have a reputation for, it's being able to keep secrets.
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You might be the only person to offer me anything like that. Well- not court mandated, anyway. I appreciate it.