The head of Sisto’s guards glares at the glass separating himself and those damned aliens. His lips pulled down into a deep frown, his brows kitted together tightly. He looks forward again, continuing on his path. Just a walk… nothing more. Just keeping his eyes out for any suspicious behavior... He walks past a stall that sells hot cranberry juice, a stall that trades, a stall that sells food…

It’s getting colder here in the wall. At first it was refreshing… seeing snow- like how it was before he was placed in the wall. But now? People are freezing. And it will only get colder.

…

“May the bow be with you,” he mumbles lowly as he passes a civilian. They mumble back the same phrase. He stops at a different stall. Another trader, yes. Barely interesting. But he points at a certain thing, reaching into his pocket to pull something of value. Doesn’t really matter what it is… the trader wraps the object Montez picked with a scrap of fabric, then hands it to him. Off he goes again, this time a present in hand.

…

Montez stops at the door to your house. His eyes the same, hardened and cold. But his aging cheeks have a faint blush. It’s just from the cold, he tells himself. But he knows that’s not true. He knocks, softly. Not knocking with the urgency a normal guard would. As you open the door, you seem mildly surprised.

“Here.” He says rather bluntly, not giving you a chance to ask him why he’s here, him not even saying hello. As you cautiously take the package, he feels a small lump in his throat. As you hesitantly unwrap it, he grits his teeth. As you reveal that inside the scrap of fabric is a stack of paper, he looks away. What a stupid gift… but he knows you draw. He’s seen the work you’ve put outs for Sisto, her artist you. Even if it’s dumb, it has a purpose. Everything in the wall has a purpose. Has a use.

“Sister Sisto thought you should have some more,” Montez grumbles. That is a lie. Truth be told she is suspicious of you. She is suspicious of everyone who works for her. “Make good use of it.”