"Do you think Loki became Loki because we were destined to fail?" Sylvie asked bleakly.
On Lamantis One satellite, the celestial body was about to collide. Massive meteors had destroyed most of the surface, and the planet was about to break apart.
Among the ruins of Shuru, Loki and Sylvie sat side by side on a large rock, looking up at the planet steadily hurtling toward them.
"No." Even now, Loki had not lost his... ability to be narcissistic.
Loki had absolutely not become Loki because they always failed.
"We might fail, sometimes miserably, but we won't die. We always survive."
As he spoke, Loki looked at Sylvie and said seriously, "Just like you did—when the TVA caught you, you were still a child, but you nearly defeated the organization that claimed to rule the order of time—all by yourself. You're stronger than they are!"
This was the first time Loki had sincerely acknowledged Sylvie's strength—since the world was about to end anyway, why keep mocking her?
After all... he was about to fall in love with this strong woman, even though she was technically himself—or perhaps it was precisely because she was another him that love could arise between them.
The same was true for Sylvie. This was the first time she had received recognition from someone else; not even the Postman had ever said such things to her.
Not to mention that the one saying them now... was herself.
Her plan was about to fail, but for them, earning their own recognition was a kind of spiritual transcendence. And now, another version of herself was doing exactly that.
The same went for Loki—in saying those words, he was also acknowledging himself.
Boom!
A massive meteor smashed into the surface. The terrifying shockwave kicked up clouds of dust hundreds