"Perhaps not, but bad people cannot do bad things to other bad people? The universe is hardly so clean-cut. Justice is only a concept." Loki turns back to the sea and presses out against the boundaries of his magic just there, well before the horizon. He doesn't know what it is, this blockage, but he means to break it someday all the same.

"Though to that end, I will tell you what nemesis means. It is a name, the name of a goddess of the Greeks, long ago. Her name comes from the word nemein, a verb: to distribute what is due. Nemesis, you see, is the distributor of divine wrath. What is just." What is said to be just. Words are wind.

But wind does do its own harm. "You must take care when you use this word. Perhaps you set yourself on the wrong side. Perhaps her wrath is just -- you see? You set yourself up to lose."

He sucks momentarily on his lower lip, running his tongue over the hidden scars there, buried under illusion but still tangible. "Admittedly, sometimes this is preferable."