We had some time, you and I, before Thanos's ship attacked ours. You would never say a word on your own, so it was up to me to try something. I was so tired of fighting and bickering and wondering when things had gotten so out of hand between us. But above all, I was abashed, unwilling to admit my portion of guilt in every moment that led us to stand on that cockpit, arms crossed, averting each other's eyes. The words welled in my mouth and I swallowed them. I'm still doing it. "Loki, I..."