The worst part was the warmth—creeping illusory from toes to legs and hands and heart, though I don’t remember the last. By that time the mind’s already more or less gone, deluded and scattered and slow. I don’t recall or particularly care to. Given a choice, this was less painful; but at least I know the first time I did nothing to make a fool of myself. Hypothermia doesn’t let one die with dignity easily, all that chattering teeth and stuttering. I dislike sentimentality to begin with but delivered with a frozen tongue it’s laughable. Most of that babble is meaningless; and the rest—such worthwhile feelings as may exist, few and far between and nebulous as they are—are spoiled by words. Words are not where meaning lies.
That’s not to say I regret the choice.
Women and children first, and so the few lifeboats the ship had were full. I don’t see the point. One life is much like another; one body breaks in the cold as easily as the next. But no, humans are always like that—a mess, running on blind sentiment and dull instincts. No wonder so many drowned, scurrying and whining like little animals. And the rest of you exhausting yourselves to save all those poor souls, what has it won you?
This awful place—it bores at its kindest, sickens at its worst. I’ve had my fill of your fear of death and your simpering altruism.


|[ooc: cursed like no one’s business! so~ a kind, friendly, easygoing fellow might find his cheery personality balanced out by callousness, sadism, and an utter disregard for human life, eh? >_> let’s go with that, yes? Yes. Totally what happened here. For the duration of the curse expect no sympathy, lots of sadistic snark, and unsettling, empty, brooding stares <3 unless you’re Dex in which case, expect business as usual- loss of his public persona makes no difference :3]|