[ daylight looks sympathetic when he hears her explanation and sees her trail off. there is a lot to unpack from that and, honestly, daylight doesn't think he has the right to judge her. again, different lives, different worlds, different experiences. everyone came from different walks of life and had to do things to get where they are today, good and bad.

no need to knock it because he lives in a glasshouse and is aware of it.

for now, he opts to shelve that (for now? for good? he'll decide later) and tackle the more pressing matter at hand: the fucking snow corpse. that's a big enough dilemma to keep him and kiara occupied.] Okay... I guess the best thing we need to do is see if this poor guy is an isolated incident.

[ or if, urgh, this is happening everywhere else. he suddenly is reminded of the snowmen on his lawn and oh fuck- there's so many of them near his door. ]

I guess we can start your lawn. You have several more here.