The snow falls onto Xaden's bare hands. He doesn't even care to move and shrug the flakes off of his fingers.

War is coming. And he has to process. Sitting on the wall of the turret. Looking out at the city. This always used to calm him. The silence always used to calm him.

He rolls his eyes and sighs. Feeling the presence of a girl behind him. Walking over the thin roof to get to him.

"What did I say about risking your life to talk to me?"

He frowns. Of course Silence found him.