Eyes that burn to my soul's core
Yet freeze without a touch
It can't be fair to fight this war
When I loved you so much
"Aren't you cold?" I blinked, turning to face my father as he approached me, a coat in his hand, "It's nearly thirty degrees out here, Sweetie. If you're planning to go out again, you should wear this so you don't get sick."
"I'm fine, Dad," I answered stepping away from him and towards the door, aching for my escape. The cold air didn't bother me, not when compared to other things that were even colder… "And I'm not gonna be long, okay? I just wanna clear my head a bit, maybe scan the area again." My father frowned at me softly.
"He's not coming back," He told me softly, his eyes stern and his tone blunt. My dad didn't like evading a problem any more then I did.
I guess that's where I got my initial Charge-Head-First-And-Take-No-Prisoners attitude from. Though like him, I'd learned to control it, step back and calculate things before I made a move. It wa