It certainly feels pointless. [Loki runs a hand through his hair, ignoring how it pulls with each snag his fingers hit. He really should start keeping it back in a braid or something if he isn't going to cut it.]

We're ripped from our homes --some for the better, others not-- and brought here to what? Grow just close enough so it is more painful when someone dies?

[His hand fists by his scalp, tugging the locks painfully.]

I'm sick of being someone else's puppet!