[They don't want to hear about destroyed timelines, or power, or what she thinks is fun. They're so ready to zone out through this whole conversation, dead-eyed staring into the middle distance until she gives up and goes away already...

But.

They catch it, a flicker of something flashing across their face. Surprise, understanding... revulsion, suspicion? This could so easily be a trick. They've seen such things play out before. We're alike, so trust me, how could I ever betray you? They can't be that stupid. It's probably not even true. Why would someone like her understand? Out of all the people it could be?

She can't understand, not even if it's true.

Loop scoffs, breaking eye contact to glare off to the side. The grip the knife's edge against their palm.]

Don't talk about me like you know me. You...

What do you want? Just get to the point! I don't care about your sad blinding backstory, you obviously want something out of this, so just tell me what it is and leave already!

Because I don't care! At all! About whatever you think we have in common!! [ignore how mad this is making them, thanks]