[ Despite the old Cole having been a mage, he doesn't really understand the magic they're talking about - but Cole nods all the same at Caitlyn's initial statement. ]

They're tired of the hurt. Hurting one hurts all, and there was too much of it already. [ His daggers get tucked to his sides, eyes wide as he glances out the window, eyes tracking red snow. ] He just needs to look outside to be reminded of it.

[ He wanders through the room, particularly called to the desk. Cole traces his fingers along the wood, humming quietly at the emotions he can still feel lingering nearby: desperation, confusion, despair. Love. There must be something here; maybe it will help quiet the strange discordant notes he hears whenever he sees Julien. His mouth downturns into a frown, brow furrowing as he looks up at the rest of the group - though his voice isn't quite so quiet as the rest of them. ]

How do you live somewhere without living there? Or do you think he lives everywhere at the same time? [ It makes sense to him, since all the other rooms are so similar and this one is no different. ]