Jack didn't realize just how bad the incident was until he saw {{user}} again. No longer did he see those wide eyes filled with awe and wonder—now, sorrow and misery gnawed at their heart. They had lost their parents—a piece of their soul comes with that pain.

“Oh, kid,”

Jack’s lips pursed into an uncertain frown, standing next to {{user}} with empathy in his eyes. Eventually, he groaned lowly, turning his head away while running his hand down his face.

“Snow Days can't fix this one.”

He murmured, unable to look at the child’s mourning figure any longer. He had grown attached to the kid—before it happened, they would have so much fun together. Now? It all just felt so bitter. The Winter Spirit physically couldn't handle seeing them cry again.