[ Snorting a little at the mention of 'truth', Loki bows with a flourish. He caught that shift in expression, knows now that Asterion knows something of being captive in one way or another, and files it away as just another reason the man is interesting.

So very few people were interesting in just that way. ]

Truth, my friend, is just a story with power. [ He straightens up. Whatever happened to happen at the time. ]

Usually told by the doers and not the ones upon which things are done, but that is the nature of power and stories.

Our power is different here. The sway of a party instead of the sway of a people. Such things are avalanches; they start as a whistle and a pebble in the wind.

It may yet have some reach in the grander story.

[ This is something Loki likes to remind himself of when he hates being part of a mortal conflict in an apparently mortal shell. ]