"As t-tempting as that is, this isn't y-you, S-sam. Y-you'd n-n-never agree to helping m-make everyone in the w-world a m-mindless z-zombie."

Icicles were hanging from his hair and frost was on his lips.

(What was wrong with him? Was he dying? Had his body changed so much that it was finally killing him?)

He needed to get through, he knew he could just phase and run, but a part of him didn't want to leave her, a part of him couldn't bear the thought of it.