"...that you were Loki's pet Elf?"

"No. His."

"I'm sorry."

"We won. The Enemy is dead and everyone he hurt is back alive."

"I'm sorry anyway."

"There is no power in the known multiverse who can keep me conscious and a prisoner."

"Good."

"My father and I weren't speaking, as I said, but he worked practically without sleeping, on that, for a year after the war."

Nod.

"I didn't believe I'd been rescued for nearly two decades."

"...that's awful."

"The Enemy liked to do - extraordinarily detailed mind games. Scenarios. You'd get rescued and then when he'd learned what he could from whatever you did, you'd wake up. And he could play with memory, refine it if you weren't convinced..."

"I didn't have any patients like that. Maybe they didn't like the idea of applying more mind powers."

"I think I got special treatment. He was definitely planning to do something with me eventually, I was not primarily useful to entertain orcs - or father them -"

"See, I think I'd traumatize a therapist. And needlessly, I mostly have a handle on it."

"I mean, normally I would have done an intake interview and stuff, this was a regular conversation a minute ago and I don't have my therapist hat on."

"I apologize. This is still a regular conversation to me, I forget how bad it sounds."

"Don't worry about it."

"It is unfair to treat you as Loki."

"Were you?"

"... As if you only differed from her in information, I mean. What happened to me bothered her only insofar as it wasn't yet fixed and prevented from happening again."

"...are you sure?"

"... I mean, probably more than that? But there were so many more important priorities. The Enemy hurt a lot of people."

Nod.