[ Loki falls silent at that. ]

I don't know. I was given a date, of course. To celebrate the hallmarks of my years. But it was not real. So I do not know when I was born.

[ It's a sobering thought, though not a particularly depressing one. It is simply another lie Loki has come to accept. Many think it is simple. A simple lie that broke him. But nothing about that lie had been simple. It pervaded his entire consciousness, his whole history. Everything was subject to it. ]