[ Loki's dreamscape is a little too orderly. As if he's cleared everything away, keeping it a softly lit room. It vaguely looks like Loki's room on the First Breath. ]
[ Loki blanches. On one hand, he does not know if he can handle it. The sheer amount of fear and paranoia that ship gave off had certainly messed with his head. But —
I know, [Cas says distantly, not really paying attention to his cultivated dreamscape so much as searching for a distraction from how surprised he is.] Then...I'll retrieve you when I've recovered enough for another attempt.
From my most recent attempt, yes. The length of time the symptoms persist seems to vary, and it doesn't really have any correlation to how long I stay around the ship.
[Cas doesn't say anything; just nods, and then he's gone from Loki's headspace. They'll head back in a few days, get sick all over again, but for Cas he'll just rinse and repeat.]
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Come in.
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It's gone.
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I feel I need further context on that remark before I make some erroneous conclusions.
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[the point being-] I need you to go back with me.
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I could have done it. ]
All right. When do we leave?
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Glances back at Loki.] ...in a few days. You'll be ready? [Like he doesn't actually expect Loki to be going with him, though he just said he would.]
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[ Noticing Castiel's survey of his space. ]
I arranged it specifically this way.
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Will you be all right taking another trip then?
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[ And not tell Thor. ]
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