She shakes her head as he talks, eyes squinting at him as if she can't understand what he's saying. Is this it? Is it really just a matter of seeing it outside of everything? Or was it that this Loki had benefited so entirely from what she had done that he can see something other than those variants funneling down on them.

I'm not angry with you, you know.

She laughs, one short sound, because that seems so entirely impossible, for him to not be angry when she is so angry at herself. Everything that she's cared for she discarded for a goal that left her once again alone and just as hurt as before. "I told you we'd figure out after together. Back in the void. But I don't know if I can. You're better off -- here as well as there -- without me."

Sleeping with him had been a mistake, certainly, because those words hurt her more than it should. That little bit of connection just gave more room for the knife to dig in a little deeper now. In both of them, by the tears that stream down his face as well.

There's a little click as the doorknob finally releases, and the door cracks open slightly behind her.