It wasn't like I was surprised.
This was just the way things were. I've always believed that you just have to accept the world as it is and make the best of it, and fight to make it better - but I guess this was likely the end of my own path. Shackled to the smooth click-clack of the rail, at least it felt that way in this cold cage, I had a million regrets, and no answers. I've always had some sort of fix, some way of narrowly avoiding what should, by all rights, be coming - but I guess my luck had run out. Maybe I shouldn't bother fighting - accepting the world as it is, is as far as an Omega like me will ever get.
The Bitter Winter yields to no one, especially not to a male Omega.