Talk:Loki (Warframe)/@comment-70.69.231.30-20130814221239

I've been going out with this woman for a while now. I'll refer to her as Nyx. Nyx really loved me. She would constantly talk to me about her problems and invite (coerce) me into going shopping with her. Every time she came to me, I would plaster a big huge smile on my face and happily go along with her whims. A huge smile. It was surely a smile indeed; one that was created by forcing the muscles of my face to adjust the curvature of my mouth. That is what a smile is. She was like a sister to me. One day, she invited me to go eat with her at a fancy restaurant. Orokin diners or something like that. However, I was late. Work was pretty busy that day. Thankfully, I'm Loki, therefore I planted a Decoy at the restaurant while I sprinted to it with 1.25 sprint speed. That Decoy wore the same smile I usually had when I was with Nyx; it did not have the ability to change expressions. I'm sure she's talking about clothes this and confusion that like any ordinary woman to that Decoy, a doppelganger that perfectly emulates my appearance. Yes, I was sure she would not have noticed anything wrong with the appearance at all. Then, it hit me. Why did I smile so much when I was around her? I never once showed a different expression, never a frown. I always forced myself to smile whenever she came near.

Then, I realized it.

I see, my smiles hid these uncertain feelings of mine. The Decoy managed to copy everything about my appearance. The Decoy copied my facade. Yes, I never once felt longing for Nyx from the bottom of my heart. Had our relationship been more close, I would have been showing her a variety of expressions rather than this damned forced smile of mine. The Decoy embodies my own decoy, a diversion from what I truly felt. She was not my desire.

I felt my face, free from decoy. My mouth was not in a crescent moon from a smile, but in a line.