[ Loki glances at him, an inhuman tilts to his head. It is very clear, no matter how hard Loki mimics the clothing and stylings of humanity, that he doesn't quite have it. Even Thor, for his boisterous loud behavior stands apart. They are centuries old, and time moves so slowly that every moment slips past their fingers like sand. They are never ready. ]

You saw it, did you not? Merely for a second, but it stayed with you. Ingrained itself on your mind, a certain kind of madness.

[ The vastness of space. Littered with the bones of the dead and lights so far, it seemed to be eaten up. Loki knows the void intimately now. He knows how the silence of space swallowed up his screams. How his moment of weakness stretched into days and months. How once he finally stopped falling, his mouth was so full of gratitude, he scraped it raw on the ground. ]

How long do you think I was there for, Stark?