"My brother's a git." He hasn't spoken about his family since arriving here, the fact that the only one who knows a word of it is a man who can only just begin to speak to the majority of people here seems oddly fitting somehow. Language barriers kept secrets well enough, didn't they? "I have a lot of them. Siblings. Some born, some chosen, but they're all family." Like Caroline and Jesse.

The apology about what he lost drops his eyes to the ground again and he nods, lips pressed together, "Yeah, yeah it is." Crowley and Anna were on par with the feeling of loss with his family at this point. Higher and more important in certain ways he can't quite put words to.

"Why punish yourself?" The question is sharp, but genuine, he truly doesn't understand the point of it. "You did what you had to, right? Shouldn't be shame in that." He smirks wryly at the comment about him having not stopped fighting. He shakes his head, "Nah. Don't think I ever will, s'long as I've a say in it." Which was the truth. He was a fighter, it's all he'd done for so long, it was hard to imagine being anything else. He'd almost had it, seen that something else was possible, back in Lawrence. Then this place happened and he's right back where he'd always been.

Kol's gaze follows to the place Thorfinn is pointing and he nods, "Yeah, we can see what I remember." Hey, it'd been awhile. So, hey. Maybe his skills weren't so hot these days, who even knew.