Really, dying here was starting to sound really nice. Perhaps he could go back in time and just push himself in front of a cultist before he ever had that conversation with Eugene. That sounded like a most excellent plan indeed.

Loki rubbed his forehead in one hand, feeling half exasperated and half heart-sore. Rogue's words felt cruel indeed, considering it wasn't as if he'd said anything of that sort. "You asked me what was wrong," he said, exasperation winning out as the emotion to be expressed. And he had promised to be honest with her, so he had tried. "I am angry with myself, and I am miserable, and I am wishing this entire bloody day could be set on fire so I might be rid of it. And I wish... I wish you wouldn't speak of me breaking up with you or 'wanting to be with other people' as if those were possibilities I had spoken of or considered, because they aren't."