The level of disappointment Loki felt at that admission was surprising. He had hoped that someone would be able to shed some light on the situation. Now, again, that hope was thwarted. There was little hope of learning any more from Thor or Melinoe, and if Richard knew anything then it was out of Loki's reach. And not knowing was the worst thing Loki could think of. He was the one that was supposed to know what the problem was and how best to fix it. Here, already so far out of his element, it was dangerous not to know, and it made him profoundly uncomfortable.
"I had hoped that you would know more," he admitted to his son, feeling his headache returning. "I am... very much adrift in this place. Can you tell me of the body you share? What magic is behind that, I wonder? Are all those who live here affected?" It seemed beyond even Odin's power to cause such a duality in so many mortals, but Loki knew not to write off any possibilities. Besides, there were older and grander things than the All-Father.
At least he was not alone. Even to the end, when his friendships had grown old and rusted and his brothers had abandoned him, Loki had cared deeply for his family. Seeing that at least one of them was still here was heartening in ways that few other things could be.