"'mfine..." Rin insisted flatly, seeming to do it more out of an automatic response than anything. His grip tightened on Ratchet, feet continuing their slow, tedious trudging through the snow.

"Yukio... pro'ly worried..." he groaned, voice thick and words starting to slur. He took another step, only for whatever he stepped on to suddenly yank out from underneath his foot and send him toppling in to the snow.