Loki sighed and looked at her. There were no answers to these questions, or at least none that he liked. He'd really begun to feel... well not good exactly, he wasn't a good sort of person. But stable. As if he'd once again established who he was and what he was doing, and now he felt himself teetering again, reminded firmly that he could not exercise even the most basic control over himself.

And she asked what was wrong. What was even right at this point. He snorted, lips twisting into a sardonic smile. "I think we already covered that. It wasn't such a fun part of the conversation that I wish to repeat it."