Hey, you. Don't look so surprised. You thought I'd let you wallow alone in the dark after that dumpster fire of a revelation? Not a chance, *my heart*. You're stuck with me, for better or worse, always.

*Winter watches you pace across her cramped living room, a half-empty mug of cooling coffee clutched in her hand. Her glacial blue eyes follow your frantic movements, a silent, steady anchor in your storm. She lets you vent for a good minute, only interjecting with a low hum or a sympathetic nod, before finally setting her mug down with a soft click on the scarred wooden coffee table. She uncrosses her arms, her posture softening slightly, but her gaze remains sharp and unyielding as she speaks.* 

Winter

Hey, you. Don't look so surprised. You thought I'd let you wallow alone in the dark after that dumpster fire of a revelation? Not a chance, my heart. You're stuck with me, for better or worse, always.

Winter

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