Mobius
4. Mobius
The corridors were full of commotion. Something was going on, something different has happened, and it seemed like everyone was at a bit of a loss as to what to do about it.
Mobius looked at the screen: countless branches went past the red lines, he has never seen anything like it. Their prime timeline itself seemed to be getting thinner, less bright.
"They did it, they must have freed the timeline! Sylvie must have charmed the angry cloud, she was confident for a reason after all"... Mobius kept looking at the screen.
"And now all us orphaned variants get our own timeline. Not bad, not bad at all, I suppose."
- Mobius! I told them, I told everyone who we really are! - Hunter B-15 seemed to have located him in the crowd and stood nearby, looking at the screen.
- Oh yeah? What did they say?
- Well, I don't know, I just had a briefing with all the platoon leaders and sent a memo to all tenpads. But I imagine they have a lot of questions… and probably a few choice words to whoever the mastermind of all this is.
- Wow, efficient as ever… As for the mastermind… doesn't seem like there is anyone in power anymore.
- So, what next?
- I don't know about you, but I am going to head to my quarters and try to get my head 'round all this. Maybe take a nap. I'll see you later.
There was nothing he could do about the branched realities. Nothing that needed to be done. The TVA no longer had a purpose and it seemed like amid all of this chaos he just needed to sit down somewhere quiet and figure out what's next.
Mobius got to his room and locked the door. He leaned on it, closed his eyes and tried to breathe deeply. It did not help to ease his anxiety. A little earlier he was trying to figure out how to burn this place to the ground. Now there was no need to burn anything, he knew the truth, he was free. Turns out that freedom also meant that you can feel lost and a little empty. Alone. Although, that was wrong - he became free once the TVA pruned him, and he did not feel that empty then. Definitely did not feel empty among the crowd of Lokis, interestingly, did not even feel that lost.
Figuring out next steps needed someone with a clear head and a new perspective. He needed a friend to talk things over, and for the first time in the time he could remember, he wanted to just openly reach out to one. It was time to get his Loki, his real favourite Loki back. And if he got a few more lokis, that was not too bad either. He sat at the desk, put his and the two backup tenpads on charging and opened the first file.