You do know her. I get it. That's why... this is so hard. She's in your head- we both are, right now. She's taken your memories and created this- the tree, her appearance, the spell- all of it came from what you know of her. She's giving you exactly what you want so you won't fight it. That's how these shifts work.

[He bites his lip, his hand sliding down to grasp Loki's, squeezing urgently. Please, please...]

I wish I was wrong. You have no idea how much I'd love for this to be real. But it isn't... and... I can't let you die. I can't... not after... not after Thor, I... please, Loki... help me...