Whole thing. [ There's the sign of smoke in the sky that appears just as Tom confirms what Fitzjames' asked. Fire. They climb over a gentle slope of snow the little down of milton is revealed: remnants of the old place, abandoned in the 90s -- and a sign of more life. A few people, some activity. Lights. Zane keeps making his way down, happy to offer an elbow to steady the other, more than find with stopping if he needs it. ]
It's great, isn't it? Truly transcendental.
[ He knows vaguely of the other things, of the shadows, the dark walker, but this man doesn't need to hear about that. Not now, not when he's clearly been through a lot, half-ragged in the wilderness. If Zane knows it's rude to ask, he doesn't care. ]
Where're you from, stranger? That looks like a uniform.
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It's great, isn't it? Truly transcendental.
[ He knows vaguely of the other things, of the shadows, the dark walker, but this man doesn't need to hear about that. Not now, not when he's clearly been through a lot, half-ragged in the wilderness. If Zane knows it's rude to ask, he doesn't care. ]
Where're you from, stranger? That looks like a uniform.