Yeah, so no razor blades on me. You?
I think it'll be snow that arrives.
What was that?
I have no blades on me. I think it'll be snow that arrives.
I dunno. I hope rain will strike, you?
I hope it's snow.
Why would you want snow, when rain would be so much quicker? It's gonna come anyway, so wouldn't you want it to end already?
I like the snow. I feel content in snow.
It's gonna come anyway, judging by the clouds. Don't you want rain so it can be done and end right away?
We appear to have no shelter. I'd like the snow to slowly bury me.
And suffocate? Why would you want that? Rain can quickly beat hypothermic submission into you, don't you know that? Snow only extends it, so why snow?
So I can dream.
When slowly freezing to death? Why'd I have to be stuck out here in West Nowhere with you?
Rain is too violent. I'd like snow. Snow is prettier and softer.
Death is violent and malicious; it isn't pretty and soft, don't you know this?
Neither is life.
And that's why I want rain, 'cause rain can end it immediately, don't you see?
I do see. I don't think you can, though.
And why's that?
Look above you.
