[Billy is trying to offer him hope, he supposes. Hope is a poison. Finding out one family was a lie had driven him nearly mad; this second was just salt in an old wound, a reminder of the inevitability of that rejection.

He gives Billy a sickly smile.]

Such things are not for Loki.

[He just has to convince himself again that he does not want or need this particular lie.]

I merely have not relished the sensation of being disowned again. I'll... get over it and go back to despising them as they despise me already quickly, I'm sure.

[It feels like bleeding to death. And that strikes him as funny, that he has fallen so low because Tony Stark and Pepper Potts hate him, as they have always hated him. And he is very god at reflecting hate like a mirror, magnifying disgust and disapproval; he thrives on it. It's a stupid, pointless thing to feel such pain over. He starts to laugh, his shoulders shaking gently.]