After a long, hard day of walking through bitter cold, they had made camp for the night. They had followed a stream that meandered approximately in the right direction, but they would have to move quickly in the coming days. Winter had arrived, and soon all the streams and rivers would freeze and ice over. Constantine had no difficulty surviving in normally intolerable circumstances, but there had to be a limit to Vica's hardiness. Despite her experience in roughing it in the wilderness, she was only human.
Constantine might have said, once upon a time, that he was human too, just sturdier than the rest. Now he could no longer make such claims and deny the truth. Reliving every memory that he had buried and ignored all these years had clarified at least that for him, among other things. B
