Feeling better — a touch mad perhaps, but better. Enough to actually rest when he manages to settle down, to let himself sleep for a handful of hours. Unfortunately, his turbulent mind can only stay silent for so long and soon recollections of sharp, cold blades piercing his skin startle him into immediate wakefulness.

Whether he gasped or screamed, he doesn't know, only that he's still whole and there are no assailants looming over him as he bleeds out in the snow.