[Funny how the "we will die" kind of went in one ear and out the other. But to be fair, how many bad omens had the Spirit Boy spouted about before? How many dark things had he dragged out of him? How many times have they all be into assorted situations that may or may not kill them? Too many to count for him to really take it too seriously. Especially if that Chasm means death, and going back the way they came may not. Surely they can change the outcome by changing their path... He's not nearly so optimistic, but he likes the odds better in any case.

He starts back along their footprints in the snow and quirks a brow at his companion.]

I am, this little torch can only do so much and I think I'm losing feeling in my extremities. Are there icicles on my mustache yet?

[ He just wouldn't be Dorian if he didn't fuss a little at his less than ideal surroundings. But to be fair it's not as if they can do much about it. They didn't exactly come prepared to be thrown into an alien landscape covered in snow. Usually the grunts brought a camp for them to cozy up by a fire and sleep in a tent to wait out the storm. None of those around for miles.]

What about you Cole? Do you even feel the cold?