[It is past midnight when Caesar opens the door. He steps out of the room, welcoming the coldness. He makes his way to the sitting room, near the window where Rune's basket is placed. He pulls out the pair of gloves he didn't have the courage to hand it to Albert earlier, and lays them beside the basket.

He looks outside. There are still some lighted windows in the village, and he idly spends time locating them in the map he has created inside his head. After all, it isn't his decision. If the morning comes to him, he'll still be there. If it does not, it wouldn't matter anymore.]