Slowly, Obsidian finds himself able to push up out of the snow, shaking is head of any remaining clumps. There's a pause when he hears Ravus' tone, his words, then the viera continues to get to his feet.

If he could undo it, he'd take it all back from Ravus. Hells, he'd have taken it from Fordola too if he could; neither of them should have to experience what he has. All that power. All that pain. She wasn't wrong, still isn't. Either way, there's no undoing it now.

A faint smile forms on his face, and he gives Ravus a friendly smack on his normal arm.

"Not always," Obsidian answers honestly. "Some days are better than others. You take the good with the bad, even if it seems like it goes more one way than the other."

It's dramatically simplifying it, but for all of the joys he has experienced, Obsidian wouldn't exchange it for anything.

"Are you all right?"