Cole didn't want to argue about this now. Something about Rhys brought out Cole stronger, the scared boy rather than the lost spirit.

"You never betrayed me, Rhys. You protected me. You loved me. You showed me what Compassion was when I ready to fall from Mercy to Despair." And for a spirit, what greater gift was there than to embody what they were, to help them be themselves?

"You're cold. Less arguing, more walking, before the chill chafes your core, cuts cold into-" He shook his head. "This way."