[The sharp chill of snow bites into his skin, wind whistles in his ears, drowning out the screaming...
...no, it's not the wind, it's the rumbling of a city collapsing, and the air is warm as the world rushes by. Or the air is still, although just as cold. The ground beneath his feet is torn up pavement, rocky terrain, rotting floorboards. And no,
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It isn't real, you know.
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...a disembodied voice from a dog. Wolf. Doesn't matter.
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I've met you before.
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...ever stopped to think that you might be dreadfully bad luck?
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Though my father is Loki, so that could explain a few things.
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...so you'd know if this place was hell, then.
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It isn't. Hel's here though, somewhere. I guess I should check on her, huh?
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[Fading out a little again:] Sisters should look after their sisters...
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"Not like anything we've faced before..."
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