"Once, yes. A very long time ago. Some things do not leave." Loki waves a dismissive hand.

"You know, I suspect, that the ropes of faith cut deep. Perhaps you do not know that they cut as deeply into the wrists of those to whom you would be bound. Deeper still, in truth. Devotion is no kindness. I have always wondered -- you men of faith, when you make your morning prostrations, do you feel as though you are kissing the hand that feeds, or do you know that you are biting?"