"That would make sense wouldn't it." It's said with such distain that it surprises even her; and she takes another sideways step away from Loki, licking her lips and looking at the floor as she tries to just...manage the intensity of what she's feeling in this moment. The desire to implode and explode all at once. The betrayal reignited, her loss, his truth, the complete lack of any relief when the deed was finally done.

The whole scene seizes up, jumps forward again, He-who-remains' voice echoing all around them. "There are Two options! One: You kill me and destroy all this and you don't just have one devil you have an infinite amount, or you two run the thing. Return to the TVA as their benevolent rulers. Tell the workforce who they are and why they do what they do. It's not personal. It's practical."

It was personal to her, and her ghostly double says as much. The violence in how the man behind the desk shouts at her, the way her ghost tilts her chin up the same as she does in that moment- because no. They were not all villains, not like how he was. No matter how good he made it sound.