[It's hard not to be charmed by Sym, but that feeling is at war with the freezing cold and how considerably less impressed Dys is with the whole thing. He grew up seeing snow in old Earth media, after all, even if he never experienced it himself.]
I prefer the spark snow.
[It's not all cold and wet like this, and it's prettier, and it's different. He doesn't want anything from Earth.
Arms wrapped around himself in a pitiful attempt to stay warm – he doesn't even have the benefit of long sleeves – Dys instead looks around, squinting at what might be lights far in the distance through the trees.]
It's definitely cold, though. Can you freeze to death?
[Does Sym know what can kill him? Or care? Does he know what will happen to him if he dies here?]
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I prefer the spark snow.
[It's not all cold and wet like this, and it's prettier, and it's different. He doesn't want anything from Earth.
Arms wrapped around himself in a pitiful attempt to stay warm – he doesn't even have the benefit of long sleeves – Dys instead looks around, squinting at what might be lights far in the distance through the trees.]
It's definitely cold, though. Can you freeze to death?
[Does Sym know what can kill him? Or care? Does he know what will happen to him if he dies here?]