I'm lucky then, I guess. There's no wind here. Just cold. [ The darkness of the street laid out before her was oddly serene, the snow gently falling without cease. In a way, she almost wished she had tried to leave town and gone out that way; at least in that case she'd have been working towards something. Here, she was literally just sitting and waiting to die against the backdrop of a provincial ghost town, covered in snow.

The patio provided Touka with enough cover to keep her from getting buried, but she half-wondered if she should just sit out in the street proper. The end could come sooner that way. ]

But you came back, right? [ Her voice had lost its waver now, replaced with a dull tone of resignation. Her bones practically shuddered with the cold as it settled into her like an evil spirit, numbing her muscles and making her feel sluggish in spite of her not moving. ] And are you any different for it having happened to you?

[ Part of her wants to thank him for sparing her the loneliness, but she's too proud for that. ]