Cold.
It was cold...colder than it usually should have been.
Yet as cold as it was, it was equally comforting, enough for the thought of trying to snap out of it never came to him...until it did.
His eyelids fluttered open, only to meet heavy snow falling from the sky all around him.
He could feel the biting cold, as he himself lay buried beneath the snow on the ground.
He tried to move away in caution at the unfamiliar environment, but the speed wasn't quite what he expected.
His hand pushed against the floor, one that should have sent him flashing twenty meters away, yet it barely jerked him up to his feet, and he took a step back only for the back of his heel to slam into something, sending him falling onto his butt.
All of it made White pause as he turned to his hands.
They were just as he remembered them except...
"So weak."
He mused in disbelief.
That feeling of insane, scary power that he usually got from simply folding in his fingers had disappeared.
