Loki’s attempt at derailing his confession was peculiar. In her experience, which was admittedly limited, people didn’t exactly go around talking about things like Asgard and Thor and magic flying hammers. Where would he have gotten all that knowledge from? The books she had read did not contain much more than entertaining stories. There was definitely nothing about the magical properties of Mjölnir, and his understanding of science, while unconventional, was undeniable.
Was it schizophrenia? Or no, wait, what was that other disorder call? Dissociative Identity? Was he severely mentally ill, completely overcome by his own personal delusions?
Having taken nothing more rigorous than an Intro to Psychology class, Darcy was not qualified to diagnose him. It did not escape her, however, that assigning him some random entry in the DSM was stretching things too far, which almost made her laugh hysterically because when had her life become so topsy-turvy that the most likely explanation was that her new roommate and science buddy was an alien from outer space?
Maybe she was the one who deserved to be restrained and locked in a padded room for the rest of her miserable existence.
“I have to tell Jane.”
It was out of her mouth before she could finish her thought, but she lifted her chin nonetheless.
“She needs to know. This is…” She spread her hands, trying to convey how far she was out of her depth. “I don’t get paid enough for this. I am going to assume that whole trying to kill your brother with a robot was a moment of lapsed judgment, since you’ve done nothing insane while here. At least that I’ve seen.”
Perhaps he really was trapped, seeking a way home, and his pride would not allow him to admit to it. Regardless, despite knowing better, ignoring every single warning bell in her brain replaying the ending to In The Mouth of Madness, only with her sitting in the theater instead of a broken Sam Neill, Darcy had already made the decision to at least attempt to put this back together.
“It makes sense now, how you know all this stuff, and your help has been invaluable. Jane really wants to open up a bridge to Asgard, and you’re probably the only person in the world who can help her do that.”
Overlooking the destruction of downtown Puente Antiguo, or whatever passed for downtown, would take some mental acrobatics, but the fact remained that Loki had had ample opportunity to harm them and had done nothing. If his intent was to torment his brother’s lady love, helping her with scientific discoveries was a shitty was to go about it.
Darcy took a deep breath. Another. Leaned against the wall. “We’ll figure it out, yeah?”
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Was it schizophrenia? Or no, wait, what was that other disorder call? Dissociative Identity? Was he severely mentally ill, completely overcome by his own personal delusions?
Having taken nothing more rigorous than an Intro to Psychology class, Darcy was not qualified to diagnose him. It did not escape her, however, that assigning him some random entry in the DSM was stretching things too far, which almost made her laugh hysterically because when had her life become so topsy-turvy that the most likely explanation was that her new roommate and science buddy was an alien from outer space?
Maybe she was the one who deserved to be restrained and locked in a padded room for the rest of her miserable existence.
“I have to tell Jane.”
It was out of her mouth before she could finish her thought, but she lifted her chin nonetheless.
“She needs to know. This is…” She spread her hands, trying to convey how far she was out of her depth. “I don’t get paid enough for this. I am going to assume that whole trying to kill your brother with a robot was a moment of lapsed judgment, since you’ve done nothing insane while here. At least that I’ve seen.”
Perhaps he really was trapped, seeking a way home, and his pride would not allow him to admit to it. Regardless, despite knowing better, ignoring every single warning bell in her brain replaying the ending to In The Mouth of Madness, only with her sitting in the theater instead of a broken Sam Neill, Darcy had already made the decision to at least attempt to put this back together.
“It makes sense now, how you know all this stuff, and your help has been invaluable. Jane really wants to open up a bridge to Asgard, and you’re probably the only person in the world who can help her do that.”
Overlooking the destruction of downtown Puente Antiguo, or whatever passed for downtown, would take some mental acrobatics, but the fact remained that Loki had had ample opportunity to harm them and had done nothing. If his intent was to torment his brother’s lady love, helping her with scientific discoveries was a shitty was to go about it.
Darcy took a deep breath. Another. Leaned against the wall. “We’ll figure it out, yeah?”