He knew another had entered and it bothered him none. The words scribed upon such pages were only half of what rolled through his mind. Needless to say, Loki was well occupied in his thoughts. What was he going to do. What did he want to do? He had no place, no home, no reason. He was not here, not there. He was not this nor that.

That was what he was. Nothing. Everything.

Greens looked upward in silence for a moment as they looked over the one who spoke out. You are not a man. But it wasn't spoken. A palm opened in a wordless offering, instead.