Abra, Dan, Higgs
Abra looked back at him, meeting his gaze and staring into his eyes. It made her wonder which was the false face. The skull, the symbol of death, might have suited him better. She kept looking at him with intensity, wanting to scream for him to just say it. She could handle it. She was more than a child. She was Abra Stone; she had taken on the True Knot and won.
"An ugly detail?" Abra growled and the ground under her shook. She was tempted to try to do more, rip his mind apart or subtly plant a nightmare and make him spend every night screaming. "I think you're afraid you don't have any humanity left. You're dead inside, like that mask you were wearing."
"After 5 cycles? You could have learned that from a single game of dominoes." Abra said, not completely understanding his point and at the same time, mocking it. "It's not our fault that you can't create. If a person can't have a baby, that doesn't give them the right to kidnap one. You came here with bad intentions towards us."
"You haven't won shit." Abra stated matter-of-factly. "You think you know Loki? You hurt his grandkid. He'll find a way to destroy what you've created just cause he's pissed." She'd help Loki too. He'd called her a sorceress once. He knew she was powerful. She raised one of her eyebrows. "Are you saying the swapped people are still alive?"