ChestPains
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When the board returned to him, Loki mirrored his move with the other knight, obviously acting on a strategy. Much could be said about his character by his choice of pieces: most considered the knights to be practically useless, simply tools in defending the borders of the valuable players such as the king and the queen. The god send the board floating off between them again, twisting his fingers slightly to turn it so Charles was once again playing black. He considered the question for a moment, though it was far from the first time he'd heard it. "Envy, perhaps, for the simplicity of your lives." He mused, "The capacity for irresponsibility; how little your existences matter. You are all rapidly burning wicks so easily snuffed out, not left to smoke and sputter for hundreds of years. You are able to take comfort in truths instead of living long enough to see those truths, the very pillars your reality is built upon, crumble and turn to dust. I do not have such luxuries."
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