Still as a statue while Anna relived her woeful experience, Loki kept his emerald eyes firmly locked with hers, lips twisting as he put the information to memory and recalling what he already knew about dying, comparing and contrasting the two.
When the tears came leaking through he picked up one of the napkins she'd layed out on the table and offered it to her, placing his free hand on one of hers to give the gentlest of squeezes. There was more to contact with hands than most people would care to acknowledge, and Loki knew this even before this lifetime that the contact was the most basic of sincerity and comforts. All forms of humanity weren't lost to him.
"That definitely sounds like death," he nodded with a heavy sigh, trying to be both comforting and light at the same time. "Up until the point of respawning." He did so enjoy that video game terminology, modern cultured slang was wonderful. "It's just an incredibly long time for your soul to be wandering, but not at all impossible to be resting until you wake up again, your body disappearing and reappearing once needed. That point in between is where I wish we could know more." Loki wined a little, sinking back against the cushions beside her, tapping on the ball of his foot with irritation.
He had died on more than one occasion and of course never remembered wavering about in the abyss. It was always different. In fact, his soul went into a new life fresh with hardly a recollection of the former self, hence the copy of his former brain "stealing" this body to be quite scandalous--but on the more important matters, Loki was now sure that Marrowood gained nothing from souls, nor was harboring them. "It's much more similar to Thor's deaths and resets, so in this one very circumstantial subject, he would be of more help...damn him."