When he was in Gwyneira's presence, Loki almost forgot the horrors of his past. Almost. As resentment prickled up his spine and the taste of bile rose in his throat, he withdrew his hand from his daughter and backed away. He was terrified that his darkness may have been passed onto her, and that someday she may turn into a monster like he was... Was. Past tense. He was no longer that monster, but the memories and feelings remained. He felt differently these days, but he knew that, somewhere inside, darkness still lingered.