Mobius: Listen, I can't offer you salvation, but maybe I can offer you something better. A fugitive Variant's been killing our Minutemen.
Loki: And you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him?
Mobius: That's right.
Loki: Why me?
Mobius: The Variant we're hunting is... you.
Loki: I beg your pardon?
Loki: I don't enjoy hurting people. I... I don't enjoy it. I do it because I have to, because I've had to.
Mobius: Okay, explain that to me.
Loki: Because it's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear.
Mobius: A desperate play for control. You do know yourself.
Loki: A villain.
Mobius: That's not how I see it.
Mobius: I'm wondering why does someone with so much range just wanna rule?
Loki: I would've made it easy for them.
Mobius: People like easy.
Loki: The first and most oppressive lie ever uttered was the song of freedom.
Mobius: How's that one go?
Loki: For nearly every living thing, choice breeds shame and uncertainty and regret. There's a fork in every road, yet the wrong path always taken.
Mobius: Good. Yeah. You said "nearly every living thing," so I'm guessing you don't fall into that category?