Even in the snow, there are still patrols to make. The Soldier can't stay inside, can't stay in one place, can't lock themselves up without wanting to chew off a limb. (Again? Who the fuck knows. Maybe.) So they're trudging through the cold in every layer they own, and two pairs of socks inside their boots, when they spot the familiar form disappearing into the trees.

Okay, that's just dumb. The Soldier scowls into their scarf, and diverts from their patrol to follow. There's no telling what spirits might be out in the snow, and Sora shouldn't be alone on a trek out there in this weather. Just in case, they pull one of their guns, to shadow Sora and get him safe to... wherever the hell he's going.

At least Sora winds up someplace safe. The Soldier makes annoyed noises under their breath, but follows him in, stomping boots free of snow and grumping their way down to the basement after Sora's own snowy foot-prints. "The fuck are you doing down here?" they demand at the sight of the boy setting up their spell-list.