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[steelartisan]

Piotr is seated on one of the rocks out by the lake. He likes the snow and the cold. It feels like childhood.

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[destruction1_0]

There are only a few men around as big as Piotr is.

One of them is there, snow crunching suddenly (and violently) under his boots.

Destruction's arms are folded. He's staring out at the lake.

[steelartisan]

He has never actually met Destruction.

But Piotr has the overwhelming feeling that this just might be him.

"Hello--" Destruction, Kitty's father, Dad, Destruction with a question mark, pretend to not know exactly who this is? "--sir."

[destruction1_0]

"Hi."

Piotr gets a sidelong look.

"Tell me you sitting out here in the cold isn't a symbolic move on your part."

[steelartisan]

He doesn't say 'huh', but he does turn his head to give Destruction a quizzical look.

"I like the snow."