Kol can't even fathom being an only child, there were three others ahead of him and another two behind him, he was smack in the middle of the whole lot of them. But adopting friends on as family, that's understandable to him. Now, at least. He couldn't have said the same a year or better ago, because he'd never even had friends. Not real ones, not ones he didn't compel for himself or threaten into submission, not ones that stayed of their own volition. The mentions of his parents don't do much for Kol in terms of sympathy because his own comparison is, well, his parents deserve their end to come, really. "I can't picture being the only one." He admits with a slight shake of his head. "Your parents, they were good people?" He's not trying to press, and if Thorfinn doesn't want to talk about it, he'd drop it then and there, they don't know each other all that well, afterall, so it really wouldn't be a surprise. "They mean a lot, don't they? The ones you pick, or that pick you." But especially the ones that chose him.

The thing is, Kol just can't fathom that kind of guilt. He's done exactly the things Thorfinn is describing and he doesn't feel it at all. It was just the way things played out, the hand he was dealt, the role he was forced into. But he remembers the ideals from his human days, and he can understand on a certain level. "Maybe not..."

He nods a bit, "We'll look around and see what we can find."