He could hear the slight change in his brother's tone, telling him that he'd hit a nerve somewhere. That pleased him somewhat.

"Of course, brother," he replied, not bothering to look back over his shoulder at Thor. "Everything you say has, and always will, be the course of the day, will it not?"

He stopped and squinted into the distance, which had become somewhat more blurred than before. Was it a trick of the ash, or were there shapes moving towards them? He couldn't tell, and strained his ears, but all he could hear were his brother's footsteps.