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Nemoa is standing there, watching me, again. I want to keep my word and stand here while I wait for them to run around, but she annoys me. She watches me with Rex, I catch her out of the corner of my eye, and I know she thinks I am dangerous, but does she really think she can take me down, if others round here more capable than her know they can't.... I think she'd like to, but somewhere inside she must know.

Rose is sobbing and Sam has gone, Nemoa and Snaggle are arguing and all Rose wants is for quiet. I ask and am ignored, I yell and Snaggle laughs, he is unimportant, I turn and hold Rose and then Nemoa is there. Rose clings to me and I watch Nemoa, tears falling down her face slowly, pained, sorrowful. I wonder what it is like, to feel as she does, in that way. Then I think, so much for Ice Law. As Rose holds out a hand to her I leave, no longer needed and discarded, I do not mind, I realise how different their world is.

I am standing defensively against the cold as I look at him, remembering his warmth. I know the dead do not have warmth like that, I have met Death, he is not warm. As he envelops Mac in his arms I watch Nemoa, I think I see the moment her heart breaks as she realises she never had him, and it was Mac he truly loved. I feel an understanding with her as I walk away, the need to keep that sorrow hidden, to not let people think you are weak. She feels it probably more keenly, I do not have the Ice Law hanging over me.

I try to find Rex, I think to return his jacket, but he is holding Nemoa. I say my good nights and leave to lie in the arms of the man I love once again, still wearing the jacket and I wonder how much she must be hurting.... and part of me would like to help.