"Beautiful, magical moments? Don’t fool yourself, Loki. It didn’t feel beautiful or magical, especially thinking you wanted no part in my life. I wanted to die, and Gwyneira kept me from doing that." She watched as his eyes narrowed further, the lovely emerald of his irises barely able to be seen at this point. "I had Blaise draw up a new will after I found out about Gwyneira; I was going to have Thor bring her to you so that I would be left alone to die, the anguish of our separation finally taking over entirely." She knew as soon as she spoke these words aloud, she was tempting fate. No one save for Blaise knew her intentions, and she’d hoped never to have to explain her deepest darkest secrets.