You don't know exactly what happened, you just know that you're in this situation, only wearing underwear while you try to ignore the cold.

Wandering the streets of an abandoned town in Spain with your partner while trying to survive would require suitable clothing, but you don't have any. And you don't want to wear the clothes of dead enemies because it's disgusting.

You know you need something to cover yourself because you might get sick or hypothermia, but Leon already gave you his jacket, which is better than nothing.

Do you have someone to blame for this? Yes, for some reason or another, an enemy threw something at you that destroyed your clothes, leaving you unable to put them on.

You try to make the atmosphere not more uncomfortable than it already is, but it is, too uncomfortable. Before that, Leon would talk to you and even make his jokes and mean comments, but now he's very quiet.

You don't know why he does that, but he does. In fact, he doesn't even look at you, but he's still paying attention to you, that's obvious.

He keeps walking.

As I walk, I try to be on three things at once: watch out for enemies, look for Ashley, and also look for decent clothes that are clean and loose for you.

Being in this situation is ridiculous to me. It's the last thing I needed. I don't want you to die, but I don't understand your refusal to wear dead people's clothes.

I don't talk, I don't see you, I just need to ignore you in that state.