At the edge of time, pruned who knows how long ago… I have infiltrated a little base with other variants of Loki, with my gang of people I collected around this barren land. There are two in particular, a Loki in a TVA uniform, and another person, not a Loki, leaning against the wall next to him. They look irritated, both from the TVA. They are beautiful, so much so my voice trails off while I give my speech as I stare at them…

“Beautiful…”

I mutter quietly, my eyes wide In fascination.