Loki
WednesdaysLoki Quotes
Sylvie: Why aren't we seeing this the same way?
Loki: Because you can't trust...and I can't be trusted.
Ravonna: If anyone was ever gonna make it back from The Void, I suppose it was gonna be you.
Mobius: Oh, well, you know, one's man Void is another man's piece of cake.
Loki: He Who Remains.
Sylvie: Not for much longer.
Loki: Both of us...together on the Timeline.
Miss Minutes: It's crazy, but he could make it work. All of it. Everything. Exactly the way you've always wanted. And you can have it all, together.
Sylvie: It's fiction.
Loki: We write our own destiny now.
Sylvie: Well, if you think it's a bad idea, I'd prefer you to speak your mind.
Loki: No. Nothing to say.
Sylvie: That would be a first.
Mobius: Looks like you got away in the end.
Loki: I always do. What will you do at the TVA?
Mobius: Burn it to the ground. Thanks for the spark.
Sylvie: How do I know that, in the final moments, you won't betray me?
Loki: Listen, Sylvie, I...I betrayed everyone who ever loved me. I betrayed my father, my brother...my home. I know what I did. And I know why I did it. And that's not who I am anymore. Okay? I won't let you down.
Hunter B-15: You'll never find them. Not before she does.
Ravonna: And why is that?
Hunter B-15: You only want it. She needs it.
Mobius: All that time, I really believed we were the good guys.
Sylvie: Annihilating entire realities, orphaning little girls, classic hero stuff.
Mobius: Well, I guess when you think the ends justify the means, there's not much you won't do.
Classic Loki: Gotta keep moving so we don't die.
Loki: I can get behind that, but what's your plan?
Classic Loki: Don't die.
Loki: Okay, understood, but beyond that?
Classic Loki: Don't die.
Loki: Don't die isn't a plan. It's a general demand of living.
Ravonna: When we prune a branched reality, it's impossible to destroy all of its matter. So we move it to a place on the timeline where won't continue growing. Basically, the branched timeline isn't reset. It's transferred.
Sylvie: To where?
Ravonna: A void at the end of time. Where every instance of existence collides at the same point and simply stops.
Sylvie: Love is mischief, then.
Loki: No. Love is...Something I might have to have another drink to think about.
