Summer looks up from her book and freezes. “You … aren’t Flyte.” To that self-evident remark, eyebrows high on her face, she adds, “Who are you?”
“There is another Loki living here,” she points out. “I don’t think you’ll find it that easy. Tony bested you pretty well the last time, too, as I recall. I,” she pauses briefly, “was too busy fishing people out of the mess you made. How did the punishment for all that go, anyway?”
“You make it sound as if I care that a twin is living here.” He rolls his eyes at her. “Maybe so but that was then and this is now. For both of us time has changed differently and I realise the mistakes I made and will know how to counter them. Better than it should have been. I’m free and it’s only a matter of time before it’s noticed that I’m no longer sitting in the cell and that the me that is there is nothing but an illusion.”
“Shouldn’t you be at least a little concerned about facing yourself? You said you could kill us all. I’m just saying it might not be that easy.” Summer’s starting to be a little concerned. There is a lot of hubris in this one, this Raven, and a lot of anger. “If it’s all the same, though, I’d rather not fight; it makes such a mess and Helios worries so.”