That one simple question made Mobius's emotions collapse completely. He slumped weakly against the back of his chair and said, "Of course I don't want to die, but I have no other choice."
"You've never worked here, so you don't know how cruel the Director truly is."
"While traveling through the Multiverse, his greatest hobby is collecting every kind of torture from every world. Then, using his ability to control time, he slows every victim's suffering infinitely, until they fall into the deepest, most agonizing Hell."
Mobius's voice trembled so badly that his words were nearly indistinguishable. "I've never handled interrogations, but I happened to witness one once. Ravonna, B-15, and the others too—we've all seen his atrocities..."
"I never want to see something like that again. That's why we wanted to help that little girl escape. And we certainly don't want something so horrifying to happen to us..."
"But between yourselves and that little girl, you chose her." Loki lowered her eyes. The halo behind her grew brighter and brighter, and when Mobius looked up again, he saw a trace of compassion in Loki's features—something he had never seen on anyone else's face.
"'If I don't go to Hell, then who will?' It sounds easy to say, but almost no one would truly do it. Faced with their own suffering or someone else's, people instinctively choose to let others suffer."
"Anyone who can overcome that instinct is an exceptionally rare saint. Therefore, you deserve my respect."
Mobius gradually calmed down. After a while, he used the last of his strength to straighten up, adjusted his tie and hair, and looked at Loki. "Leave this place. Take your daughter and return to your original lives..."
"Since you don't want to die, you should let me stay and help you find