Reason was avoiding Raiden. His knees plunged deep into the snow, shoulders drooping as though his joints had given out entirely.
He had never believed in fate, or anything superstitious for that matter, but with the vanishing sight swallowing him whole and his comrades openly regretting their choices, he couldn't help but wonder if he had been forsaken by good fortune.
"At this rate, we're going to die," Aeris muttered against the deadly cold and piercing air.
Before Raiden's eyes, Levi sat quietly on the broken concrete, flicking his dagger between his fingers, while Leo stood inches away, his trembling eyes fixed on the diminishing mountains, fear unmistakable in his stance.
"We shouldn't have come…" Leo muttered through his rotting throat, each crack in his voice betraying his raw emotion.
