Galen takes Loki's interest as a good sign, and he can breathe just a little bit easier. But how do you define your work to fucking Loki when you already have trouble answering this question for regular humans? He thinks for a second, chewing at his lip.

"Funny you should ask," he says at length, smiling a little. "I mean, in layman's terms, it's rock. But the music I make - we make, my band and I - is our mirror. We have an awful lot of, ah, stories and imaginations between us. Should I thank you for that, or...?"

The question is a little facetious, but his smile is pretty genuine as he realizes how much of what Loki described actually goes into his writing. As a group, it's what they explore, and what they face. How they cope. And now, more than ever, he's missing them terribly.