Buckling under the weight of her words, Loki grabbed hold of the top of the chair for support. It was difficult to swallow, to breathe even, but somehow he remained upright. Her back was still to him, tense and straight with pride, despite the situation. A fleeting glance down the hall toward where Gwyneira slept was all it took to make him lose control. This was the end... After everything they had been through... It was... Over.