As I turn inward, my energies focused on the barrier that I have thought long gone, the remnants of which a dismaying echo of what it once was. I need to erect that barrier once agin, faced with this onslaught.
Nobody knows Xavier Harker, and that is how it shall be. The lingering echoes of my own mind is a comforting silence, a solace that is no other. Let the ice surge again in all its silent rage and power, let the ice reign and cover over. The cold is my comfort!
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