Beyond Restraint

Cassian

I don’t feel the cold.

This is how I know that I have moved beyond the point of restraint.

Roberto's house stands too quietly on the block, his lights ablaze as though everything were right with the world, though he'd just offered wolves to my door and pointed them towards my wife and child. The crunch of my boots on the snow is almost deafening in the quiet. Dante comes around from the o