Loki had seen his far share of it as well which was exactly the reason why he had gotten as far from the city while still being within reasonable distance of resources as he could.

Resources are too valuable. The dark haired young man rolled his eyes after he signed it, giving his brother a dry look that lasted a moment before it was something relaxed, softer again. I was familiar with it. Better for keeping myself alive.

The harsh reality of it.

Thor's next question gets a weary look out of Loki and he shakes his head, frowning as he quietly leads the way into what had been the living room and has since been turning into a kind of general living space. Loki sinks down on an armchair that doesn't make a noise when he does, sighing without sound as he taps his fingers together before moving them.

There were swarms of them. Everyone too loud, too frightened. He avoids Thor's gaze, staring at a fixed point on the floor. I avoided the military so I wouldn't come face to face with death. So much for that.