Then...sleep with me, my lord. [A sly smile curves up on Schneider's face and she tightens her grip. She must be a ghost, and this must be purgatory. Except, someone as heroic as Vertin couldn't possibly be plunged into hell. This is real then. A blessing and a curse that mingles together, hopelessly tangled. How fitting that this is her life now]
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I am cold, and you are so very warm.