"That's not..." He shakes his head a little. "Not what I meant, I'm sorry." Something about the balance between what is measurable truth and what is simply known to be true. Something about the difference between the electricity that zips between brain cells and a soul.

It is a conversation he'd like to have, with Mobius even, but now? Not the time. He's too tired and Mobius is too... frayed, not having expected to see him, plus the weight of countless things Loki has no way of knowing anything about.

"What was the best part?" Start with the good news, maybe?

If there's any to be had.