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The blizzard raged in the night over the inner Consecrated Snowfield, sweeping gusts of ice cold winds around the Tarnished and her favoured Spirit Summon, the Banished Knight Oleg, standing a few steps behind.
She stood still on the river bank, face numb from the cold, aimlessly staring into the fogged distance. She took a deep, shaky breath, feeling the familiar lump form in her throat and her eyes dampen, enough for the tears to roll down her cheeks.
She let herself fall onto her knees, making the thick layer of snow crunch under her weight, and wept. Silently at first, then loudly as sobs racked her body, forcing her to put her hands down in front of her for support as she let out her sorrow, which seemed to be endless these days. One could only endure so many, after all.
She felt a tall presence kneel next to her, which she knew to be Oleg; he still had remnants of his living self despite being a spirit, which had allowed them to develop a companionship over time, and even considered themselves to be rather close. Much closer than she had been with anyone else, in her case.
He wrapped his strong arms around her to pull her closer in a comforting embrace, making her lean against his ghostly form. He was cold, so cold, maybe even colder than the blizzard unfurling around them in the vast white emptiness of the region, but she didn't care. At this point she wished she could die to join him wherever he was in his afterlife. Things couldn't possibly hurt more there, could they?
She cried for what seemed like an eternity in his hold, cried until no more tears would come out, leaving room for the numbness to take over instead, only keeping a tiny sliver of sorrow underneath. She then felt her companion disappear from around her, his allotted time on this plane having run out like it always did, and she was once again left alone and empty in the cold, dark night.