<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence went to say something, but found that all he needed to say had been said.  His arm tried to reach out and have another crack at the comforting bit, but he recoiled, fearing that he might shatter the understanding between them and lead the both of them back to square one.<br/>That would be the most foolish thing he could think of doing.<br/>He looked down at the ground and his mouth formed a small, but refreshingly genuine smile.  He accepted it and the feelings that came with it, but decided to keep it to himself and the dirt for the time-being.<br/><br/>"We should keep moving.  We only have maybe five hours of sun left and we'll need to find good shelter.  The wind can get mighty fierce, and the nights get damn cold."<br/>Terrence turned to the North again, feeling the bitter chill of the wind, but not caring anymore.  The world was still slowly seeping into Hell, but it was hanging on.  And Terrence with it.</div></blockquote>