Outside the gate, she paused, unsure if she could bear to step inside to say goodbye. She needed to do something, but it felt like something was holding her back still. The love she had for Loki was overwhelming, and she wouldn't give it up for anything, but there was always that inkling of what if in the back of her mind when it came to Draco. Now was no different, except that the point was moot. Draco was dead.