"Aye," Loki seemed... not uneasy. Not in this. The slight shift in the angle he held himself at, the tilt of his head were almost... sadly apologetic in a way more than anything. At least as much as a bird's body language could be construed as such, for all his voice carried that same note in it's soft tone. "I've mentored another through their own fresh start, only to bring them to complete and utter ruin."

A faint, shuddering huff of sound as he dipped his head to give the still awake little raven another light bit of preening to give himself a moment to settle. "The Boy would not thank me for my influence. Damned me in fact as he slipped into the Void."

That the soft-uttered 'damn you' whispered through a mouthful of feathers and blood may have been his own words than The Boy's was something he tried to avoid thinking about.