Loki presses his lips together, glances away again, wraps his arms around himself. "I remember falling," he repeats softly. As if he's clinging to it as a last thread. A last connection to life.

Another heartbeat or two--that's probably enough time for it to sink in, and he doesn't want to overdo it--and he squares his shoulders and forces a little laugh, turning back to Thor. "But go on with the interrogation, brother."