[Loki presses his lips into a thin line. As...oddly lonely as it is, not remembering anything, he can see why someone might prefer it. It's frightening, not knowing, but so is imagining what you might find out.
And, assuming the man isn't lying out his arse, that grave tone seems to indicate that there's plenty worth forgetting. At least, there was for him. And so no, he won't push it. He nods, motioning for them to continue.
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And, assuming the man isn't lying out his arse, that grave tone seems to indicate that there's plenty worth forgetting. At least, there was for him. And so no, he won't push it. He nods, motioning for them to continue.
After a few steps, he offers with a small smirk:]
...Aliens according to who, though?