Arkham had never seemed like a terribly secure place to Loki, but he had to admit that it looked even more derelict now than the last time he had seen it. He made no comment but followed Jonathan inside, looking around with narrowed eyes to make sure they were alone.

The crows drew his attention but they were just regular birds, no magic to them. The asylum looked even worse inside, Loki's boots crunching over broken glass as they got to the visitor's center. He followed patiently still, giving Crane the time he needed to explore and come to terms with what had happened.

"Those walls are all over your cities," Loki commented quietly, letting Jonathan find his name and touch it. "To recall those who vanished." He turned to meet Crane's eyes, steadily. "Exactly half," he answered, and despite the calmness of his tone, his magic hummed and, with a harsh ripple, erased Crane's name from the wall.