As the torrential breakdown continued, Loki let his tears fall freely. He sobbed, he thrashed, he cursed himself and all that there was. He made new promises, ones he vowed never to break. He was supposed to be a changed man, a better one. His soul was shared, Hermione having the other half, so how could he have failed so horribly? And then there was Gwyneira, so pure, so innocent. How had such a fair, angelic child come from him? Knowing she was almost lost, that Hermione too was almost lost, it nearly drove him mad. Changes needed to be made; because if they didn’t, he knew Hermione would will him away forever.