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TIME IS AN ILLUSION
❝ It's the apocalypse, and you managed to fall for someone who can't even love correctly! Someone who's killed everything he's loved! That's pure chaos! That could break reality! It's breaking my reality right now. ❞
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"YOU READY TO talk?"
Loki turns, seeing Mobius standing at the entrance of the room, where Sif was supposed to be standing rather than him. The demi-god's lips purse, eyebrows furrowing a bit at the man's sudden appearance.
Loki doesn't respond, but Mobius doesn't wait for a response as he takes out a TemPad and taps it. A red rectangular portal appears, and he walks through, not looking back to see if Loki will follow; he knows the demi-god will.
And he assumes correctly, because a few seconds after Mobius walks through the portal, the demi-god follows. Mobius sits down at the table as Loki slowly stalks towards his seat, glaring at anything and everything his eyes land on.
"Fancy technology. Threatening interrogation tactics," Loki pulls out his seat and sits down. "Seems you and I are in a loop of our own."
"Well, there's been a lot of water under the bridge since then," Mobius says, taking out his pen and looking over the paper on his clipboard.
