I wanted to be, I want to be, proof that I can change...it was my justification for everything that I did...or everything that I was made to be. My previous iteration was Sauron multiplied by that Anti-Dumbledore guy cubed. His alignment was totally chaotic evil. His clothes were green, but his heart was black, everyone knows that. [It was almost sing-song the way he went about describing his his old self.] He wanted to stop burning...the boy was able to change, he became what Loki was aspiring to be and as a weapon and an Echo of the old Loki I can only feel guilt. Everything I know tells me everything I feel is wrong.

[For that very reason the old Loki deemed him a failure for having any sense of guilt and any desire to change what he was hardwired to do. In stepping into the body of his child self corrupted or purified him, however one wanted to look at it. His first act of change was to do what his old self would have done, therefore not achieving change, but he genuinely did not want to become the soulless creature that was Loki.]

I don't know. Confession is good for the soul? Or perhaps I'm afraid of myself and I'm looking for a backbone.