His head tilts, eyes narrowed as he reads the words. He doesn't like Kurloz taking the blame onto himself for what the troll did, he doesn't like the idea of Kurloz taking a responsibility that Derek doesn't think is his. And he doesn't like the idea of Kurloz referring to the troll and to family in the same breath, but he can't figure out why.

It unsettles him, again. It's starting to be a familiar feeling since he and Chuck moved in here - since they went back into the arena, really. Since the world that Derek thought he knew - the one where he and Chuck were best friends, Victors and nothing else, and that would stay the same until one of them slipped up and the Capitol took them both out - was turned upside down. Since they became soldiers, since they became everything to each other in yet another way, since Derek found a pack. These days he feels like he's barely treading fast enough to stay above water.

"We're monsters, Kurloz, you and me." It's not accusatory, it's - accepting. It's the way it is, the way it has to be. Derek learned a long time ago that you can't survive the Capitol without becoming one, and the sooner you accept that, the easier it becomes. For them - that will never change. They can never be anything else.

"But different. You're not that. It was a challenge - should have done better. Will do better, next time."