"My old man didn't talk like you do. Nor did he have your kind of stature." No doubt the Kelvin tragedy would have gone a lot differently if his father had been some kind of God. It's such a ridiculous thought that Jim has to swallow a laugh. It wouldn't be one of humor so much as hysteria and James T. Kirk is stronger than this. Than the ghosts standing in front of him who are and are not important to him.

"Like I said, it's not your fault. I'm just--?!" Jim takes back the data pad with a furrow of his eyebrows but whatever he was saying dries up when Loki reveals himself. He doesn't drop the device but it's a near thing. He's seen this kind of magic before. Felix's brother is a strong wielder of it but never has Jim seen an illusion done so easily as though it cost Loki nothing more than a breath to command and discard at a moment's notice.

"I..." What the fuck. "What the Fuck?"

It's a good thing he's already sitting down.