Not surrouneded? "You're an optimist. That's fun." Loki turned to put his back to the balcony railing and lean on it. He rarely cared about people dying; a trick he'd learned over the course of a fifteen hundred year life. There were exceptions, of course, but by and large death was easy. Even, on occasion, his own.

But saying so out loud would hardly endear him. The point about time was more interesting anyway. "And it's more difficult here. People stuck in a past, or a future, or a different universe entirely. Perhaps fortunately, all the old rules apply. When faced with multiple options, we don't have to know. We just decide."