He smirks slightly at that comment and, though he doesn't entirely know her all that well, he's got a feeling in the coming days, he'll find more and more truth in those exact words. "Sannari en jafnvel ég átta, held ég." He'll take whatever small amusement he can find in these darker edges of his days, still sitting on an entire ton of emotions he hasn't quite completely shoved back down into the box they belong in.

Kol nods, he can picture it, being completely displaced in time, thrust into something newer and futuristic that he couldn't understand. He'd had it happen a handful of times through the centuries, and none bigger a gap than the last time he'd been daggered, nearly an entire century missed. And he'd known, in a certain sense, the time passing, dragging on, darkness in every direction, trapped in his own mind, stuck in a coma in a box because his brother saw fit to teach him a lesson. Trying to take Rebekah away was probably the most unforgivable sin he could've committed, and he knew the trouble it would bring the second he had begged her to come away with him. He'd never really anticipated her agreeing, she'd always denied his attempts to save her in the past, why should this one be different? Getting caught was the worst thing that could have happened.

"Það er erfitt, aðlagast öllum nýju ... en ekki allt það er svo skrítið, þegar þú venst því. There er a einhver fjöldi af gagnlegur uppfinningu í framtíðinni."