[The Will gives approximately zero fucks. You don't get to be in his position, that of a fairly well-known and well-paid hitman, without breaking a few heads along the way when they... well, get in your way. And right now, he wants a warm fire and something to eat, because fuck this entire planet. If it takes ousting some poor sucker from his cabin, so be it, The Will has done way worse things in his time.]

In this case, finders keepers means I find it, I keep it. [Lying Cat bristles a little at his side, a low rumble of a growl starting in her chest.] If you think I'm going back out there to freeze my balls off...