Sylvie shakes her head at that, her mouth pressed into a trembling line. "I gave you that chance Loki. You said you wanted to see this through to the end. Then do it."
The scene continues a second even as she shoves past her variant, storming to the door --now shut, when did that happen-- to leave; and then seizes backwards a moment. Sylvie! Do you think you can trust this guy? Do you think you're even capable of trusting anyone at all? follows after her as she walks, shoulders hunched over. The door though does not budge as she yanks on the knob, and she curses loudly as she yanks on it.
He-Who-Remains jerks in his spot at the desk, lurching forward again in time, now stretched out with his temppad on the edge of the desk. "I love this. I love all this honesty. Feels like a fresh start."
Sylvie's ghost lurches forward and Loki's follows, grabbing her arm mid swing. The whole room seems to lurch along with the action, tilting off kilter as she swings around and places her blade against Loki's collarbone and backs him away. "What are you doing?" The phantom asks, and in both of their ears whispers Sylvie's voice from before in the void:
How do I know that in the final moments you wont betray me? followed by his own voice That's not who I am anymore. I wont let you down.
"Sylvie, hang on a moment. Let's just talk about it." Loki's phantom says instead, louder and clearer in this relived scene, and Sylvie doesn't move from the door, just holding on to the knob with a bruising grip as the two figures play out that awful moment behind her back. Herself insisting that they do what they came here to do, Loki pulling her back once more, insisting that he believes the man who ruined her and so many others lives. Asking if she had even been listening to what he had been saying. With each word the figures seem less stable, as if wrought by the pain that the memory brings.
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The scene continues a second even as she shoves past her variant, storming to the door --now shut, when did that happen-- to leave; and then seizes backwards a moment. Sylvie! Do you think you can trust this guy? Do you think you're even capable of trusting anyone at all? follows after her as she walks, shoulders hunched over. The door though does not budge as she yanks on the knob, and she curses loudly as she yanks on it.
He-Who-Remains jerks in his spot at the desk, lurching forward again in time, now stretched out with his temppad on the edge of the desk. "I love this. I love all this honesty. Feels like a fresh start."
Sylvie's ghost lurches forward and Loki's follows, grabbing her arm mid swing. The whole room seems to lurch along with the action, tilting off kilter as she swings around and places her blade against Loki's collarbone and backs him away. "What are you doing?" The phantom asks, and in both of their ears whispers Sylvie's voice from before in the void:
How do I know that in the final moments you wont betray me? followed by his own voice That's not who I am anymore. I wont let you down.
"Sylvie, hang on a moment. Let's just talk about it." Loki's phantom says instead, louder and clearer in this relived scene, and Sylvie doesn't move from the door, just holding on to the knob with a bruising grip as the two figures play out that awful moment behind her back. Herself insisting that they do what they came here to do, Loki pulling her back once more, insisting that he believes the man who ruined her and so many others lives. Asking if she had even been listening to what he had been saying. With each word the figures seem less stable, as if wrought by the pain that the memory brings.