[He can barely raise his voice above a whisper, let alone properly hear Crow over the new presence in his mind. His claws scrabble absently in the pebbled dust of Sheriruth's tunnels. It had seemed like something he would simply never master, another confirmation that he was irretrievably flawed.
Don't you become one of those cheerful types, now, Rangda chides him, too motherly for his tastes, but Loki's scorn bolsters him. That witch will have her work cut out to eat me, little weaver. Let her take the other one.
His breath catches in his throat. His eyes are shining as he lifts his head.]
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[He can barely raise his voice above a whisper, let alone properly hear Crow over the new presence in his mind. His claws scrabble absently in the pebbled dust of Sheriruth's tunnels. It had seemed like something he would simply never master, another confirmation that he was irretrievably flawed.
Don't you become one of those cheerful types, now, Rangda chides him, too motherly for his tastes, but Loki's scorn bolsters him. That witch will have her work cut out to eat me, little weaver. Let her take the other one.
His breath catches in his throat. His eyes are shining as he lifts his head.]
I did it. [Give him a moment, Crow.]