Opening his arms, Reynard bends ever so slightly at the waist in an almost-apology. It helps in distracting him from how uncomfortably familiar that expression feels. "I simply listened to the stories that were told to me."

Straightening again, he waves a hand as he shrugs. "What are mortals to do, trying to understand gods they never meet? They're like children trying to make sense of adults fighting. You may cite all your complexities, but they can only speak of what they see. Whatever god Loki is in my world did not leave a very flattering impression of himself."

"If you are different from him, your motivations kinder, all the better. That won't change you being judged by your actions, past actions included." Something he learns the hard way time and time again. With a moment to consider his own thoughts, he adds quietly, "It's something to keep in mind."