[He wonders what her world is like, but he knows an open wound when he sees one and she's just a kid, there's no need to dig his fingers in just to sate his curiosity.]

You want to know a secret? That's how just about everyone feels.

[On principle, he would've hated Nazis, but it was more personal than that, after the occupation of France. He doesn't think those women were born in the right time, either.]

It's all the same, in the end. There's always shit you'll miss out on, but there's things you'll have that no one else will. [After letting that hang in the air for a second, Crowley laughs, flicking ash off his cigarette.] Fucking Hell, I sound like a tosser. Sorry.