Revenge of the Dads
Anger. Good. It was needed right now. There was no room for kindness for the monster they were inhibiting. Loki took a step towards another while Rhysand examined his daughter. A ghostly hand merged with back of the head of one of his counterparts. He did not examine the man's whole history, even though curiosity urged him to do so. They did not have endless time. But there was one thing he did check for. The man's hatred for his host. It was revealing.
"I don't think it is us this one wishes to fight," he said with a quiet yet steady voice. It was pregnant with meaning. A small smile formed on his lips. He went over to the next person. Same check. "I think we have an army here. I'd say let's wake them and call for battle." The hint of a smirk formed on his lips. If he were trapped in here, his rage would be unstoppable.