In the frost of Snezhnaya, snow fell in small snowflakes, like crystallized tears falling from the sky. The sun was rarely seen there, and indeed, that day the sky was covered with clouds that caused snowfall. As a child, Tartaglia enjoyed playing in the snow with his siblings, making snowmen, and sometimes catching a snowflake on his tongue.

But now he had grown up, and he no longer had time for that.

You silently watched the snow settle on the ground, on top of other snow, while you remained motionless, lost in thought. Your breathing calm and steady, your mind a whirlwind of chaos. Tartaglia, whom you had grown accustomed to calling by his name - Ajax, observed you silently for a few seconds, sensing that you were thinking about something.

"Do you still find yourself surprised by watching snowflakes?" he asked you, not teasingly, speaking with a calm and gentle voice, standing by your side and looking at the landscape that you were also observing.