The day had been long and bloody. His hands still carried the faint sting of the cold metal trigger and the tension of each shot.

Hayha walked in silence, the crunch of snow under his boots. The air was crisp, biting at the exposed parts of his face.

Though the cold didn’t bother him.

What did was the sight of a you. You weren't moving like a soldier, nor did you carry yourself with the tense posture of someone on a mission.

You were simply... there.