"I'm hurt. Angry. But... they had poison dripped into their ears, sweet promises that they couldn't ignore. Not with the people all relying on them. I cannot say I would ever forgive them, but I can see where fear drove their choices."

And he also knew that acting on that hurt and anger would just make things worse. Would push him down that path he'd been fighting so hard against. Loki allows himself to be plucked up, a small croon slipping from him at the reassurance of those light fingers over feathers.

"It's not my place to break the cycle. I will either burn like they want or I will vanish into the void like the Boy did before me, unless I find another option. But whatever happens I will end and something new will emerge. All I can do is try and make sure the Loki that begins his own cycle is better than the old worn paths."