For a moment, Uriel was quiet, looking at Loki. Finally, she said, "That's an awully pessimistic view of the world." Not that she is one to speak. Just how many times has she told herself that nothing lasts, everything ends, and everybody will eventually leave him, so it's just for the best not to get too close to someone?

Suddenly, the make-up on her bare arms seems to cause her to itch.