His stilts crumpled under the snow of the of Leo's memory, cornering your trembling yet slightly bloody figure.

Dropping his ice axe and walking closer towards you. Ithaqua always had a soft spot for you, a merciless hunter to the rest.

He destested you for it, tugging at his heart strings, infesting his mind. Filling his heart, since his mother went insane.

His tone was desperate, "I did this for you.. for us. do not fret, we can now be at peace without disturbances." Don't leave, please.