The wall seemed favorable and was blackened by the ever gaining shadow of the sun slowly descending in the distance. He stood motionless. In aw by the gaze which the darkness seemed to cast. A shadow. Doubting his newly found conviction he waited. Unable to hear the shrieks of carnage in the distance for the carnage in his heart was deafening. Cold gripped his breath as he drew from his sheath. He felt nothing. The feeling of emotion had be cast into the depths of his wounded heart. He used thought as a crutch rather then lending his sense to the emotions he had throw away. Yet now he thought nothing. Only body movements were capable now. Slowly drawing the blade further into his chest he saw snow.