[No, no they aren't Loki. Not at all. He's sitting silent still, angrily thinking about it, fighting the urge to break something else or just blast Loki to help him deal with his frustration. The only thing that remotely helped was knowing that Frieza was dead, defeated first by Kakarot and then finished by his own son, avenging their race- and he breaks the silence finally, looking up with a still angry but grave look.]
My planet was destroyed. My race exterminated. Only a handful of us remain.
[His head turns back to the side, not wanting to look at the boy, still thinking back on the matter. He'd grown strong enough to protect the home he had now, sure, but that didn't mean this still didn't eat away at him whenever he thought about it.]
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My planet was destroyed. My race exterminated. Only a handful of us remain.
[His head turns back to the side, not wanting to look at the boy, still thinking back on the matter. He'd grown strong enough to protect the home he had now, sure, but that didn't mean this still didn't eat away at him whenever he thought about it.]