Once again, Lynne was confused. She couldn't be certain if he still meant her specifically or if he'd gone off on another unrelated tangent and she'd been left behind to try to figure it out. Lynne's brow knit as she looked back at him, trying to decipher it. She wanted to ask what he meant, but she wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't just get another riddle to confuse her further, so she refrained. When Loki fell away as she reached out to him, she drew her hand away again rapidly as she gasped involuntarily with surprise.
"Friends, yes. We're friends and..." Lynne's voice trailed off as Loki looked away from her and over at someone or something she couldn't see. Seeing Loki in this state was harder on her than she'd thought it would have been. She didn't know what he was talking about or who he was talking to, but he seemed entirely ignorant of her presence.
Lynne's chin quivered first as her mouth drew back in a pained grimace. She felt the prickle in her eyes and crossed her arms to hug herself against the cold. For a moment, all that she could do was look back at him, taking hiccupping breaths and silently willing him to see her there.
The rotation of projections on the wall changed again and her own brother stared back at her. Lynne forced her eyes shut against it, tears squeezed out, rolling down her cheeks as she lowered herself carefully back down to the floor from which she'd started. "Loki, please," she pleaded, her voice tight and watery; breath wavering and erratic. "You always tell me I'm so strong but I can't..." she sniffed and opened her eyes again to look back at him. "Please...I'm right here and I still need you, like it or not, just as much as you need me." She paused as her breath hitched again against a sob. "Wherever you think...you are right now, please don't leave me here by myself..."
Against, probably, her better judgement, Lynne reached out for his outstretched hand, her own fingertips inches from his if only because she was too afraid to actually take his hand just then, but wanting for him to take hers. "Loki," she tried again, taking a shaky breath and letting it out in an equally uneven huff, shivering from the cold and the effort she was putting forth to stop crying and project the strength that he always seemed to see — the strength that she knew wasn't really there.