"The problem is, my dear sister, that Loki has to want to be reached. He has to want to be awoken from it, and I do not think he does. There is a bitterness in this world, that has joined with the other, I think." Her looked down and frowned, then up at her.
"I fear that I cannot reach him, for he would not settle for less than me not existing, or dead in all ways that I could be. Despite this, he loves me, some. My sole hope lays on this, that a heart able to feel that love is not lost, and can be won again. But how? I do not know."