“Not yours, though I know him.” Sylvie said softly. She wasn't typically so slow with her thoughts, but standing in front of Frigga was something else entirely. Something that she had yearned for as a child and now didn't know what to do with.
“I am a variant, an accident of choice, the wrong move on the chess board. When people like me exist and create a big enough problem—for me this seems to be a simple as being born a girl— the TVA will arrest you for the crimes of daring to exist because it threatens what they call the sacred timeline. When they do this, they set of time charges that wipe your reality from existence or… what they say prune the branching timeline. They have been hunting me since I escaped from them.” The explanation probably didn't make a ton of sense but it was honestly all Sylvie knew.