Semwyn felt a sense of cold, and reached out to sense the lives around him, comforting himself. It was strange how quickly that was becoming habit. He took a breath, then another, then took a step and started walking along the path.
"I like that way of looking at it. I wish I could see it that way. The bad consequences have a way of adding up until...well, now there are no more consequences I care about." He looked down. "I'd like to balance it out."
Jackson climbs back down, considering. He sets back off for the edge of the woods by the Cornucopia, sword held ready and eyes and ears peeled for anyone nearby.
He looks out at what he can see, looking for any sign of water or food. He also looks to the Cornucopia, to see if he can tell if anyone is still there