"Then you delude yourself, you cling to something that is nothing more than a dream within your head, impossible and fleeting. Why do you shy from reality when I do not have that choice?"

A part of him still longed for his days of ignorance when he had believed himself a prince in truth, when he had been sure of himself and his place in the world. He had been Loki Odinson, nothing could shake him from that, and now he was nothing. Not Odinson, not Laufeyson, but nothing.