Loki could see that he was being offered an olive branch if only he could take it from her. That despite all the evidence to the contrary pointing out that he could not be trusted and his lies so far, she was still willing to give him a chance to explain himself and remain.

But he could not.

She may never understand why not, but he could not do it. He could not tell her the truth. She would turn from him at once, accusations and anger would follow, and he would be once more adrift. Worse, if he had to confront what happened to him, and his fall through the Void, he may not be the same man he was now when it all seeped out of him. He could feel an anger burn deep within, a bitterness over the lies told to him, and he dare not confront it.

"I am Leita."

His shoulders slumped just slightly and he moved to the side as if to step around her, as if to leave. He could not stay here now, he had blown his chance.

"Whoever I was before, I am that man no longer. His name is not mine to bear and may never be again, I asked only the opportunity to assist. Perhaps one day I shall have that opportunity again."

He swallowed, voice lower when he forced himself to continue.

"I cannot answer your questions, I am sorry."