Loki: I promise you from my heart this isn't about a throne.
Sylvie: What was I thinking trusting you? Has this whole thing been a con?
Loki: Really? That's what you think of me... after all this time? Sure. Why not? Evil Loki's master plan comes together. Well, you never trusted me, did you? What was the point? Can't you see? This is bigger than our experience.
Sylvie: Why aren't we seeing this the same way?
Loki: Because you can't trust... and I can't be trusted.
Loki (to Lokis): Will someone please explain to me what the hell is going on!? Look, it's been a very, very, very trying past few days. Months? I don't even know how long it's been since New York. All I know is, I got pruned and I woke up here, and now I'm surrounded by Variants of myself, plus an alligator, which I'm heartbroken to report I didn't find all that strange...
(Loki is in the "bad memory prison"...)
Loki: I'm a horrible person. I get it. I really am. I cut off your hair because I thought it'd be funny. And it's not. Uh... I crave attention... because I'm... I'm a... I'm a narcissist. And I suppose it's... It's because I'm scared of being alone.
Lady Sif: You are alone and you always will be.
Loki: Love is a dagger. (makes a dagger appear) It's a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It's beautiful. Until it makes you bleed. But ultimately, when you reach for it... (the dagger disappears)
Sylvie: It isn't real. Love is an imaginary dagger.
Loki: Doesn't make sense, does it?
Sylvie: No. Terrible metaphor.
Loki: Damn. I thought I had something there.
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