Cold, freezing cold the feeling of numbness covers the body. "its my fault..." A man alone in his prison of ice where he ponders his life and what he is worth. "I should be the dead brother..." Tears form in his eyes swelling to the point of burst. "I.. wish i could... join him again.." Without warning the ice holding him starts boiling. "wha-" before he can finish his word the ice exploded outward revealing an open sky dark and depressing. This seemed to give color back to his once pale face, but more from shock then anything else. (He is here?!) His mind running wild bringing old scars back to light painful flashes of times of death and great loss. After a moment of his breakdown he gets up wiping tears off his face. "well the only thing left to do is to kill him for good..." After a moment of silence he starts walking down the mountain. "My last job."