[ A pause. Loki has gotten back a small foothold into the past, gaining a small measure of awareness. Nothing great, nothing perfect, but enough to see things for what they were. Not everything was what he believed but not everything was in his mind, the imagined ramblings of a lunatic.

Sometimes, he wondered if they just knew. That no amount of glamour, of looking the part would hide what is innate, born in him. ]

No. They would not. They would not understand how hard it is to try and simply have it slip out of your grasp. To turn those feelings inward like a knife. It is always a personal failing of the heart, to be different.