She slumps a little, leaning heavily against Wanda for a moment, her eyes closed, her breathing slower. A friend, the thought sends a relief through her entire body. SH doesn't remember how long its been since she had a friend and the idea that she might have found one almost makes her start crying with relief.

"I don't--" She shakes her head. "i didn't matter. I didn't need to know. I don't...I don't get that. Not anymore. I don't get it. The mirrors are broken and there's just glass left. Too many pieces, not enough person." Loki is starting to shake a little, biting down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. She doesn't want to scare off the new friend.

"So many people, too many. Passing through and playing with what they have. Trying to get me play with them. make things. I should be building. I can make a world, you know. Bleed into the metal and create something new. Give them what they want..." She's shaking her had, pulling away again. This isn't right, she's not making sense. She's going to break her new friend.

"I'm sorry," she whispers into her knees. "I'm trying..."