Haunted Wood Bah! You're all the same to me

black hat was right. it didn't matter if one had a pack or not; freezing behind a border meant death all the same. except here, abeja argued, if i freeze to death, i won't be hungry while doing it. a grim thought, but a realistic one.

there was a chance that he was right, that this wasn't the best fit. abeja smiled, offering a slight shrug of her shoulders (and subsequent wince). whether she proved him wrong or not, it didn't matter much. she started to walk away from him, finding no use in continuing the conversation.