Cold

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COLD | Warmth, it felt… comfortable. He felt the pressure and in his mind he understood that it ought to hurt. It ought, in point of fact, to be killing him, to be draining the very life from his body as an ancient practitioner drained fever with the steady flow of blood from a wound. He was not cold, his body heat was precisely as it always had been: warm. The water as it evaporated from his blood soaked chest was warm, the force that was reaching in, extracting him from this body… was warm. This killing blow; it had saved him.