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No matter how many days passed, Angra Mainyu always found it hard to get comfortable with the feeling of his feet sinking into the snow.
He remembered some snowy landscapes from his youth (and some from memories that did not belong to him) but never quite as the seemingly eternal winter of Eidolon. Used to going light on his feet, the thick boots and the heavy snow were a newfound inconvenience.
Still, he had always found a way to adapt and thrive. He grew used to the additional weigh just by simply walking. It was easier in the forest, where the snow was thinner thanks to the shelter provided by the trees.
Sometimes he found other people there, carrying their daily activities. Some where in search of wood and plants, others where hunters following the trail of a pray. Angra Mainyu let them do their job without interfering or letting himself be noticed, carrying on as a simple spectator of that everyday life.
Yet that day he found one he could not leave alone. Would have he recognized Emiya Kiritsugu if it wasn’t for the memories engraved in his soul, making that man’s dark silhouette so familiar? He could almost taste the the despair he once had witnessed, sweet and bitter at the tip of his tongue. He licked his lips.
Playful maliciousness nested in his chest when his steps drove him forward. Silent like a shadow until he was close enough to lounge forward like a beast in human form, claws bared and shrieking with joy.
A part of him was happy to see that man, truly. But the other? The other had lest sweet cravings.Â
