This far below the surface, the temperature was constant - cold, but constant.  Still, after filtering some water, Geraint washed himself down, the water sluicing from his body pink from the gore that covered him.  It took several washes to get himself clean, and if he noticed the near-freezing temperatures, he didn't show it.<br/><br/>"I've seen a couple of working freezers.  They're a good idea.  You don't need to waste as much of anything," he said.  "I wish it was safe to start a fire.  I wouldn't mind a fire."<br/><br/>When he was mostly dry, he pulled a wool blanket from his stash and wrapped it around himself like a cloak.  He pulled a rolled-up mattress from his cache, laid it down, sat on it, considering her question.  "You'd have to make your way alone," he said, not bothering to say the question was meaningless if she were dead, which seemed likely if he lost himself to darkness with her.  "Are you having second thoughts about all of this?"