It makes a hypocrite out of him to even argue. After all these years, Thorin still blames himself for Frerin's death. For not having been there. For not having found something, anything that might have saved him. In that way, he feels like a failure of an older brother, and perhaps he always will, but this is another matter.

He shakes his head, with what little room there is between them, pulls away from his sobbing nephew and the cold, heavy body that he too has to keep reminding himself isn't real.

"Fili. Look at me."

Even if he has no idea how, he has to get through to him.