Snippet #3907

Kira glanced up at the calling voice, only half surprised to find that someone new threatened him. "Please....don't shoot," he said, his voice half-hearted. They must have thought I was attacking them, Kira thought to himself. I cannot blame them. His eyes gazed around the city, each passing glance lit agony in his eyes. "I never meant for this to happen," Kira told the summer woman. "But I cannot take it back, and I do not know how to reverse the effects. Perhaps it will melt when I leave. I can only hope." Then the snow walker look up to see another man advancing upon him from the streets. "Will you shoot?" he called to the woman who still had her bow drawn. "I cannot promise it will pierce me, but perhaps the world would be better off without my presence." Your presence only brings suffering, the pale man's voice sounded in his head. Then a thought occurred to him. He could manipulate the weather to melt the snow, but he was reluctant. It seemed all of his actions only worsened the situation.