"I hate the cold"

"why?"

"Its disgusting."

She had never seen him look so angry, at least not in recent memory.

Its has been a few months since they started their journey to kill the demon king. While the rest of their party sleeps in tents, they sit under the moonlight looking up at the stars.

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"Why do you think its disgusting?"

"The cold only brings despair don't you think? When winter comes people die, people start to get sick more often, we start burning through firewood like its nothing, we are starving by the end of it. when it's cold you have to wear thicker clothes, when its cold the water freezes over. its horrible don't you think?"

She was surprised, he seemed very passionate about this, now she thought about it. How did they get on this topic?

"Ah... um yes I also dislike the cold. isn't that kinda why we are doing this?"

He is looking up to the stars. His eyes were glistening in the night. He frowned. 

"It is, isn't it?"