XIII chuckled as the man, Alexavier, from his voice, told him he had made a fatal mistake. "If it helps someone, is wouldn't really be a mistake, would it?" he managed to ask between his chattering teeth. His shivering was getting to the point where he was shaking. He was so cold. When they re-entered the room, XIII could see Alexavier. He frowned and looked at the man carrying him. He looked exactly like the man standing in the room. He let the thought slide as need of getting warm took its place. 

"D-d-drop me o-o-off by one of the f-f-fires. I need t-t-to warm u-u-up." He paused for a second before continuing. "N-n-not in it if you if saw me before. I-I-I can't d-d-do that if I'm c-c-cold." As he was put down by the fire, he saw the man who was running down the mountain enter the room. "I'm glad to see you made it." Now that he was by a fire, he could feel the warmth coming back, and with it, pain. XIII looked down at his hands and winced. He was glad that he stopped when he did. Otherwise it might have been a burn much worse than it was. 

He looked around the room and frowned. There were two more people in the room than there was when he left, but he had heard another pair of footsteps outside the castle. "Didn't two people follow me out? How are there more people here then when I left?"