"I betrayed everyone who ever loved me."
It was the kind of thing that she would say to disarm a person. Something honest, that could be interpreted as the listener chose, putting the intention solely on them and allowing her to see how best to play them.
But yes. Honest. Because lying was unnecessary if the truth would suffice, and it was so much easier to stick to. That was what liars--Lokis--did. Stick as close to the truth as possible, but twist it as necessary.
So in that moment... she had to know if he was lying. Part of her hoped he was. But she kissed him and the fragile frame of trust that she'd started to build crumbled like a house of cards.
She loved him. Which meant he wasn't lying. She couldn't even trust him to lie.
"But I'm not you," she lied. Only an hour ago, she'd admitted they were the same.
And yet, she hesitated... until he leaned forward and she knew he was reaching for what was already in her hand. Vindication didn't taste as sweet as she hoped.
It tasted bitter and cold, just like her revenge.