His youth spent trying to stand outside the circles to never be counted as one of the men in the band. But many nights he would find himself sitting by the fire listening anyway. He always loved tales. The more unbelievable the better, at last until someone would make a comment about him joining them closer and he would stomp off into the night.

He was older and wiser now, and this man wasn't one of those bastards, this was one of his only friends. He couldn't get up and walk away from Kol.

"I do not know the word, but I will remember it." He was oddly calm, he didn't freak out, it helped that he was already piecing it together in his mind. "That answers so much... I wondered how you were both of my time and modern." Thinking more of the other Kol. The Kol that had been trying to teach him English back in Medietas.

"I will not tell anyone." Oddly he felt like a weight was lifted that he didn't realize was there. Kol had secrets, Kol was a monster to in his own way, more literal than Thorfinn had been in his past, but still it felt revealing to know.

Then a thought flipped in his mind. "You wanted my blood." He spoke like he was just talking about the weather.