[He stares at the picture at Mobius speaks, the unoccupied hand picking at his lip. Silence hangs between them for a long moment after the agent is done speaking. Loki doesn't know if he fully believes the man. Mobius may know a lot, but he can't know everything about everyone. In his mind it is still likely his mother died with his parting words ringing in her ears, believing them to be something more honest than what the dark wounds in his mind spit out.

But it is a nice fantasy. She never gave up on him, why should that last visit have been the last straw? Had the attack not happened, she likely would have continued to see him, send him gifts, try to connect with the beast that was once her son. His guilt can't let him believe it fully, but that's never stopped him before.]

Most of the time it seemed like she was the only one.

[He pitches the picture into the fire.]

I have not known you for long, Mobius, but I believe Mother would have enjoyed your company.