Story and time and people he'll never see again. Mobius is the one frowning now, trying to suss out the meaning. The Maker, or Andraste, or both, has always given him clarity, insight, but he wonders if in gaining some things he's lost others. Maybe he's losing his touch, so to speak, since here he is, trying to read Loki like the open book he always feels like he is, but coming up short. Trying to understand what the fuck he's trying to say and left trying to sort several pieces. Or is that his mind starting to addle?

"Neither of us knows what coming back is like, is what you're saying. What to do with the coming back, how to pick things back up."

The few times he's come back, it hasn't gone well. Starkhaven's more or less gone, for instance.

He takes a long and steadying breath, shoulders up, holds it. Lets it go and sinks back down. "We figured it out before. We'll figure it out again."