The god comparison had been meant as a subtle probe for details, to see how similar their ideas of "angels" really were. He had certainly gotten some, although they seemed fairly generic: it would be easy to label himself as (formerly) immortal and equally capable of destroying monsters with laughable ease.

He considered, for a second, opening Castiel's eyes to yet another uncanny and strange similarity between the two of them, but something held him back. Though he had technically settled things with the identity that had consumed him for the last four thousand years or so, Kratos still could not bring himself to talk about his role in Cruxis in a casual manner. There was still too much catharsis associated with it, too many memories and unpleasant feelings tied up in that one word, "angel". He would keep it a secret for now.

"I'm sorry." He'd done something like this to Sora over the board, and even in person, he was still terrible at conveying real sympathy, even when he felt it. They both seemed to be that way, though, so hopefully, Castiel would understand.