"I don't care what Fury says.... or even anybody.... I'm going to find my brother." The god of mischief had a stern look in his eyes. If his brother was dead he knew he couldn't handle that. His brother meant everything to him. He mumbled something to himself. He sometimes wondered if his brother was better off home. He went off very fast. He was furious. If anybody had hurt his brother they would be in big trouble.
He left one of his illusions to distract her, he didn't want her stopping him.