[And Iofast meets...nothing. No resistance. Just an image that shatters away to nothing.

From off to the side, leaned casually against a tree, Loki remarks:]

Be mindful now that you were the first to strike, Iofast.

[He tilts his head.] And do not dare speak to me of madness. Until you have have hated your own skin as I did, until you see your life shattered into pieces that reflect only the undeniable fact that you are the very monster your brother has sworn to slay, you will not for shame speak of madness.