"... No. He didn't. There's no way he could have. And I... sorry. It's not that I feel guilty over what I did or didn't do, or he did or didn't do. It was just a little... bit of a shock to see someone who looks like he did?"

How to put this. "A lot of that... situation is more... just... kind of being horrified over what my father did and my mother allowed? They weren't the only ones associated with my pantheon doing fucked up shit at that time... heard some real frustrating and horrifying things that were a result of Grandfather Loki's actions." Ugh. He... doesn't even want to think about that one right now.

"I've... been through a lot to try to process how bad of a person my father is, especially. I just... um. Sorry." He's rambling, he's not making sense... he'd shut off his emotions but that's just going to make the problem worse. "Not... not your problem. I didn't mean to dump on you." His gaze falls on the metal arm and he huffs quietly in amusement.

He pulls up his pant leg to reveal a hint of ivory-colored metal. "At least I'm no tthe only one here, either."