[Loki nods hurriedly about it being an unknown, staring at the floor. He's trying to reconsider at the same time as repressing and paying attention to Clint. All his muscles are bunched and on edge, like a python cornered and ready to strike. Not so much striking out towards Clint so much as the universe. At fate or the stone.]

I have to know, [he vented, worry lining his tone.] I have to know and they're not going to want to tell me but... I-I have to know. It can't happen again.

Thank you. For pointing that out.