[Out in the snow for an uncertain length of time, Marco hadn't been particularly concerned by it at first as the initial storm hadn't bothered him, something he'd attributed to the sapphire gem's offered protection against the cold. And it had generally prove a reliable supposition and gone unchallenged. Though now he feels it, an almost rapid drop in temperature from within, as if he'd only just stepped into icy water, the chill deep and almost painful. The apartment building shouldn't be far, but somehow it's too daunting, too hard to walk more than a few feet at a time, and too hard to think, and when he places his hand against the side of a building to help with balance, he can't feel it. Pulling his hand back, his fingers are bone white, greying at the fingertips, nails almost translucent. They're too stiff and inflexible to move much at all. The snow continues to fall fast in large clusters of flakes, piling heavy on the sidewalk and quickly turning to ice. The next step he takes, he bumps into someone he couldn't see until it was too late, visibility now extremely poor.]
... Sorry.
[His voice sounds far away to him, hollow and flat.]
ice things
... Sorry.
[His voice sounds far away to him, hollow and flat.]