Re: Spectator benches - Blank & Loki
Blank slowly slid his hand away from Loki's shoulders. A deep frown coming across his face as he listened to the Asgardian's rationale. The God made sense, but wasn't that was he is supposed to do? Blank stayed silent with a rather stern look on his face that reacted to each word that Loki spoke. Was their hatred for Bryn that far deep?
At the end of it all, Blank felt he had an inkling of how Loki and they all felt. He didn't know either side of the story, to be fair and honest. And once more, that had little to nothing to do with his family. Blank leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees and covering half of his face with his hands again. That was a lot to take in, and Blank didn't want to even attempt to give advice on things he couldn't even imagine feeling. It took a few minutes of thought, and contemplation..
Blank sat straight up, his face grim as he turned it back toward Loki. He couldn't betray one of his oldest friends.
Blank was stuck between a rock and hard place at the moment.
"I... I think I can understand just a little of how you feel... But, I can't betray one of my oldest friends." Blank was from a different time as well, so Bryn was different to him than she was to Loki. "As of right now, I'm not asking you to extend your gifts to him. I'm not asking for you or your family to take care of him.. I'm only asking for your help to make sure he is born. Beyond that.. Well, I think that's beyond any of us to even try to decide." Pause. "Does that make sense?"