The Floodlands And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

Ulrich grimaced when Adylaide came and sat down right beside him, still pressed to his side. However, he said nothing; she was probably still freezing, and he would not deny her warmth. Together they sat, dripping, and staring out at the floodlands. He scowled as he stared down at it, thinking only of cold and death, of muck and ice.

"It's quite pretty from this standpoint, Ully. Look at it."

Ulrich shook his head. Pretty? he scoffed. I disagree. This place is an ugly death trap. Feeling awkward, he amended, However, if you think it pleasing to the eye, then go ahead and keep your optimism. Ignore this old man's grumblings.