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The weather was getting colder.
At least, that was how it felt to Wyatt Cain. Every day brought a new chill worse than the last and every snowfall rendered his mood grumpy at best and terribly moody at worst. His memories were clouded with the Northern Island, of all that snow and ice and he woke up more often than not feeling like he was falling, plummeting down.
No wife, child, begging for years...
All through it was Zero's voice, plaguing him along with the chill. He tugged his trench closer around himself as he made his way to the Suit, just to check that his nightmares hadn't manifested and brought the man back somehow. It was gods-damned cold, like trudging up that mountain to find clues about DG's mother. And really, as much as he knew it wasn't as cold as the ice seeping into his body, he still felt like he couldn't ever warm up.
He spat out a curse as he found his way to the Iron Suit and found it predictably empty. His paranoia was getting to be problematic. He rubbed at his face and adjusted his hat on his head before turning to make the haul back to the Homestead, wondering if the cold would go away, if maybe it would somehow bring back the warmth and with it, Jonas. He'd not seen the boy in days and he refused to let anything show. If he did, it would be the inescapable loss that always followed when it came to his life.
He growled in anger when he felt his feet get stuck in a drift as he made his way back to the main path, dragging it out of it and stumbling back to the boardwalk, having to take a very long moment to compose himself.
Not once, not once did Cain felt like he could get a full breath without somehow feeling like he was drowning again. "I'm going crazy," he muttered to himself.
At least, that was how it felt to Wyatt Cain. Every day brought a new chill worse than the last and every snowfall rendered his mood grumpy at best and terribly moody at worst. His memories were clouded with the Northern Island, of all that snow and ice and he woke up more often than not feeling like he was falling, plummeting down.
No wife, child, begging for years...
All through it was Zero's voice, plaguing him along with the chill. He tugged his trench closer around himself as he made his way to the Suit, just to check that his nightmares hadn't manifested and brought the man back somehow. It was gods-damned cold, like trudging up that mountain to find clues about DG's mother. And really, as much as he knew it wasn't as cold as the ice seeping into his body, he still felt like he couldn't ever warm up.
He spat out a curse as he found his way to the Iron Suit and found it predictably empty. His paranoia was getting to be problematic. He rubbed at his face and adjusted his hat on his head before turning to make the haul back to the Homestead, wondering if the cold would go away, if maybe it would somehow bring back the warmth and with it, Jonas. He'd not seen the boy in days and he refused to let anything show. If he did, it would be the inescapable loss that always followed when it came to his life.
He growled in anger when he felt his feet get stuck in a drift as he made his way back to the main path, dragging it out of it and stumbling back to the boardwalk, having to take a very long moment to compose himself.
Not once, not once did Cain felt like he could get a full breath without somehow feeling like he was drowning again. "I'm going crazy," he muttered to himself.