[Loki looks down at the wrinkled picture in his hand. His mother's lifeless eyes stare back at him from where she lays on the floor, blood pooling under her dress.
He turns to the side, now able to look back at Mobius while still not turning his back on the fire. Too many emotions swirl behind his eyes to peg down just one, but it is clear he's on a knife's edge.]
But I was one of them. And if I were removed, Thor may have gotten to her in time.
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He turns to the side, now able to look back at Mobius while still not turning his back on the fire. Too many emotions swirl behind his eyes to peg down just one, but it is clear he's on a knife's edge.]
But I was one of them. And if I were removed, Thor may have gotten to her in time.