"You will have your war, Asgardian. If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice, where he cannot find you. You think you know pain? He will make you long for something sweet as pain."

The room is dark, and the speaker wears a dark cloak and is clearly neither human, elven, Qunari, nor a dwarf. They are something else; alien and unknown to Thedas.

The Other faces Loki, who at present is breathing heavily, shaking his head.

"No. I won't do this," Loki mutters, unwilling to step further into the room. But his feet move whether or not he desires it, pulling him in. "I won't... I shouldn't have."

"Do you imagine it to be so simple, princeling? That a mere denial will change your past?" The Other/the spirit sneers at him. "You already agreed. But if you let me in..." The Other advances on Loki, who is frozen in place once more. "If you let me in, I could send you back. You could fix everything..."