"Only if you believe it," Loki says with a wry smile. "When someone tells it to you."

Loki looks over at her thoughtfully and gives a gentler nod. She's never going to change her mind about what lies are and what they're good for, but if anyone has sympathy regarding working out one's own identity, it's her. "It is hard. I agree."

Returning her gaze to the trail, she adds, "But lies are, at the heart of them, stories. And stories can make things clearer, not because they offer us what is, but because they inform us of what could be, if we dare to make it so."

"Do you have a favorite story?" This could be a rhetorical trap, but it's not meant to be, for once. They're walking in the woods. Storytelling seems appropriate.