Not that I can recall. [but then, there were some great swaths of time where he couldn't take in the sights as well as he should've. others would've told him, shown him... but the memory of snow is the one of the simulation room, of Finn skating about, of James helping him build snow sculptures, of paper snowflakes pasted along the bare walls of his room...]

The chill is sharper here. [likely because the simulation room wasn't set to utterly immerse someone into sheer discomfort.] Like every breath...comes with the threat of a knife... [his eyes scan ahead of them, tracing the hazy lines of the school blotted out by the snowfall.

after a beat, he feels Yzak's eyes upon him and glances over.] Shall we?