He listened. Even if he wouldn't look at her, he still listened. And when Sigyn mentioned their sons, he closed his eyes tightly in pain. It was almost like if they weren't mentioned, it wasn't real That their children were just away somewhere, safe and sound. That this was all a bad dream. Except that at their mention, it made it real. So very real.
Though, while Sigyn was right in her observation that the punishment far out-classed the crime, there was nothing he could do about it. It was his fault and he would serve his life sentence. What was the alternative? Rip through what remained of their son and live their lives as fugitives? That wasn't living and neither was this. In many ways, Loki considered himself already dead.
“What could possibly change, though?” He asked quietly. “I'm not going anywhere and I don't think anyone is about to change their minds on the matter. You have the ability to leave. You are the only fluctuating variable.” It made perfect sense to him. Though why she would remain with him after what he did, what he indirectly caused, remained a mystery.
Loki wanted to cry. To weep and mourn and let all the pain out. Except that he didn't cry. It just wasn't something he allowed himself to do. It wasn't for a lack feeling, he just hated the idea of a complete breakdown and lack of control. That and sobbing was an ugly thing. No one looked good when they wept. But now, even after the past few years, it still stung like the first day and really, really wanted to let it out. It wouldn't happen, though.. Even if he did allow himself the chance to weep, he wouldn't let Sigyn see him so weak,
Not that he was a shining example of strength right now. Perahps he was more afraid that if he started weeping, he'd never stop.