Crimson was replaced with silver, warm and inviting and familiar; the chaos stilled, the world shifted colour with the burning on his neck. He sat straight up, coffin of ice breaking around him, leaving him shivering. His voice cracked as he gasped, cough rattling its way out of his chest. The tears that had been raking against the insides of his eyes poured free, the hairs on his body standing straight up, his chest caving, breaths stuttering. 