“You worry too much about what others think of your privacy and mine. I gave you the green light to do as you wish. I only said I would not stop your growth.” Loki slices through my self-cherishment.
“You think I don’t have my fucking boot on your ex’s neck? I do, sweetheart. It’s personal to me. Me, not you. What I do is my responsibility. You are clean. You are free.”
“You are ready. You just doubt yourself as a reflex, a second nature,” he spits.
My fear shrivels as Loki shakes me from its grasp.