[At some point while dragging himself away, Takame threw the weighted coat he wore to the wayside. It was soaked and only made him more cold. But the clothes he had on beyond that still stuck to him, soaked and froze him to the core, not helped by his long and heavy hair. His body wouldn't stop shaking and his breathing was uneven and short.
But he was breathing, at least, putting all his will into looking at his company and trying to respond through chattering teeth.]
Y...Yes... [He was still trying to move, sit up, stand something, but struggled.] C...cold... Who... are you...
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But he was breathing, at least, putting all his will into looking at his company and trying to respond through chattering teeth.]
Y...Yes... [He was still trying to move, sit up, stand something, but struggled.] C...cold... Who... are you...