[Once she is let in, that harsh and unforgiving sense of landscape comes with her. But... it is not a blizzard, not a freezing pelt of anger or obfuscation she often felt trapped in. It is just... snow, swirling and thick.]
Something has come into my possession that...
[... Actually, no, she should start with-]
I have been...
[... No, she should actually... stop, because she's already stumbling, everything all mixed up.]
no subject
Something has come into my possession that...
[... Actually, no, she should start with-]
I have been...
[... No, she should actually... stop, because she's already stumbling, everything all mixed up.]
... I apologize. I thought I knew where to begin.