Watching all of this unfold as an outsider to memory is strange. He's half-listening to the man in purple, half watching Sylvie and her reaction to all of this. Something happens, something terrible he thinks, and he's of two minds when it comes to finding out what it is.
On the one hand, he hasn't known thus far, and it hasn't been terrible. On the other, he still has that sword, in the haunting/memory, and he doesn't know how Sylvie got it. Why he'd leave it with her instead of just being there. And that's the gambit Sylvie says dismissively, and Loki is still frowning. There's a lot to process. The idea of a human from the 31st century spearheading a multiversal war, for one. That he created the TVA, second.
That he knew everything about them, every decision they would make...
He doesn't like it.
Loki shakes his head, once. "He dies," he says. Because he has no doubt of it. Sylvie has lost too much, worked too hard, planned for too long to let that man live, no matter how he towers over the both of them. "He dies, and we plan for what happens next." A hand extended between them. "Right?"
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On the one hand, he hasn't known thus far, and it hasn't been terrible. On the other, he still has that sword, in the haunting/memory, and he doesn't know how Sylvie got it. Why he'd leave it with her instead of just being there. And that's the gambit Sylvie says dismissively, and Loki is still frowning. There's a lot to process. The idea of a human from the 31st century spearheading a multiversal war, for one. That he created the TVA, second.
That he knew everything about them, every decision they would make...
He doesn't like it.
Loki shakes his head, once. "He dies," he says. Because he has no doubt of it. Sylvie has lost too much, worked too hard, planned for too long to let that man live, no matter how he towers over the both of them. "He dies, and we plan for what happens next." A hand extended between them. "Right?"