He looks so... Confused. Perhaps even broken. "No, Loki... You were..!"

Uh oh. "We grew up together..! We played together..! Brother, you have always been there for me, whether I realized so or not..! I do not know why you speak such things... But you are and always will be my brother..! The one who was there when I was given my first blade- the one who was there when I came of age..!" he cries, almost half gesturing to the braided lock he has. "Loki..."

"What ails you so..?"