Oh god damn god. Out of all the people in this bloody big world, it has to be him.

By now he's aware that some his men have been resurrected, pulled out of their early graves by some mysterious force and brought here, to this cursed little town on the edge of nowhere. He doesn't know how or why they were chosen, but there's certainly no divine hand behind it if the goddamned mutineer is here.

Crozier grits his teeth and immediately lunges towards him. Years of pent up rage and sorrow and unholy guilt pours out of him as he tries to pin the one who forcibly divided his men down into the snow.