Shadow gave Loki a startled and bemused look. The god’s vehemence surprised him; he expected something that insidious to come from the trickster god but he wouldn't have expected anything quite so… blunt. Loki was probably trying to goad him into doing something stupid.
Shadow didn’t think Wednesday cared about him, at least not very much. It was fairly clear in the god’s nature and in his actions; he had used Shadow first as a distraction then as a sacrifice, both entirely for his own gain.
Shadow had made peace with all that. After finding sympathy, and even a kind of understanding, for Hinzelman, it hadn’t been so very difficult to forgive Wednesday for being what he was. Shadow had liked him, despite everything, before he knew that Wednesday was his father. Somehow it had been easy to forgive.
At least it had been when he thought Wednesday was dead. If he was still alive it changed things, and all at once Shadow had to deal again with everything he had put behind him.
Shadow had to take a moment before he could put the iron back into his voice.
“I care for the same reason I care that you’re still alive,” he managed. “Do you think I could just forget what you did to me? What you did to Laura?”
He almost choked. He’d made peace with that too, damn it! He’d forgiven her and he’d let go of his own grief, choosing to dwell in the good memories of before the robbery rather than on whatever had happened while he’d been in prison. And here was Loki, and maybe Wednesday, coming back to drag it all up from where he had buried it.
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Shadow didn’t think Wednesday cared about him, at least not very much. It was fairly clear in the god’s nature and in his actions; he had used Shadow first as a distraction then as a sacrifice, both entirely for his own gain.
Shadow had made peace with all that. After finding sympathy, and even a kind of understanding, for Hinzelman, it hadn’t been so very difficult to forgive Wednesday for being what he was. Shadow had liked him, despite everything, before he knew that Wednesday was his father. Somehow it had been easy to forgive.
At least it had been when he thought Wednesday was dead. If he was still alive it changed things, and all at once Shadow had to deal again with everything he had put behind him.
Shadow had to take a moment before he could put the iron back into his voice.
“I care for the same reason I care that you’re still alive,” he managed. “Do you think I could just forget what you did to me? What you did to Laura?”
He almost choked. He’d made peace with that too, damn it! He’d forgiven her and he’d let go of his own grief, choosing to dwell in the good memories of before the robbery rather than on whatever had happened while he’d been in prison. And here was Loki, and maybe Wednesday, coming back to drag it all up from where he had buried it.