A troll should not sound so forlorn. But then, in Colin's opinion, trolls shouldn't be a lot of things that Toska quite frankly is. He's silent for a little while longer as he trudges through the snow, frowning to himself and trying not to dwell on any of the hundred things he has to fret about.

".. No," he finally says with a heavy sigh. "You were just.. being honest." Honest the way Toska knows how to be, anyway. Colin doesn't have to like it, but that doesn't mean he should punish the other man, either.

He hunches down in his coat and scarf, staring out over the snow and toward the camp. "I'm not like my friends and I've always known that. I just don't like being reminded."