"She gave her life for mine." She cast Loki with a meaningful glance. In her timeline, Loki was the only other being in existence who had seen the face of Róta.

"I tore myself apart for years over for the anger. At myself. At Odin. At Hela. At her. I couldn't forgive her for making such a pitiful trade for me, a woman who fled and drowned her grief with depravity." A breath escaped her with a sigh at freeing the words in her. She hadn't even confided in Thor this much. "All I can do is disappoint her less from wherever she watches."