Permafrost Hollows my brain is a time bomb

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The ice wraith is shattered, a mess almost beyond repair. Blood seeps from his neck, from his chest and each limb, from places he can't quite pinpoint past the numbing cold settling over him. Yet still he moves, dragging himself onward, toward some unknown destination. Wherever Kratos is, perhaps - but he hasn't seen Kratos in some time, so he can't be certain. Perhaps his mate is gone now, too, gone in the same way Helios and Phillip are. The thought sends a shudder through him, and he starts to slow, finally realizing how familiar this place is —
It's home. His true home, the one he'd made with Kratos. It feels so long ago now, and the thought makes his heart ache and his limbs weaken further. Kratos. His legs fold under him in a slow collapse to the ground, strength finally failing him. It's so cold. He'd liked that, at first; now it only hurts, as so many other things do.