[Bargaining a debt isn't a good look, but it's very Loki. He turns, anger, frustration flashing across his face.]

The fuck do you want me to say?

[Because he wants to say 'nothing'. He wants to spit the possibility of catharsis back in Loki's face, to suggest that while maybe he might feel bound to offer explanations to ease the debt, it won't mean a god damn thing in the end. But that wouldn't be true. What are answers to some old pains worth, though?]

I can happily spend the rest of my life not knowing. [But would it eat at him in silent moments, in darkness, in the times when he can't quiet his mind? To know that Loki, who had plucked him out for a greater and glorious purpose for his heart, felt he meant more than just a weapon of a body and a tactically sound mind?]

If you're gonna tell me, then tell me, and if not, then don't. [Then leave. Then never return.] Do you-- [He shuts his mouth, huffing out an annoyed sound, works his jaw quietly for a few moments before trying again.] If you need a second to collect yourself, fine. You look like a mess. [Which he knows tumultuous emotions unable to be reined in will do that to a guy.]