*(Is this all we see?)*

~*Chapter 44*~

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Midnight stomped across the iced-over snow. The air was practically freezing him alive. The tip of his nose was being nipped by the wind and his hat was almost falling off of his thick hair. His hands dug deeper into his jacket pockets.

Kurt was there. He was wearing a tan jacket with fur on the hood that wasn't on his head. His hair was covered in tiny snowflakes, as it had been snowing earlier.

"I told you. I need to tell you in person." He held back behind Midnight. His arm soon drifted to the small back in front of him. It wasn't tight, or any sort of grip. His arm was just there. He led Midnight to the cabin he had brought him to before. He assumed that was his house. Midnight walked to the door. "No"

"What?"

"The door is locked. My friend left it locked after leaving. He won't be back for a while."

"Are you—." Midnight shook his head and kneeled own to sit on the cold powder covered stairs. "Fine." Kurt sat next to him with his short annoyed protest. They were silent, Kurt rubbing his hands together to try and warm up.
"So--yeah I wanted to talk about something important." 'I swear if this is a--' he paused, still running his hands against each other. His hazel eyes flashed on his for a moment. It was worry in his gaze. "I um. Yeah it's about me." His gulp was loud. "And you. Mostly about you."

Midnight shivered. Not because of the cold, because of the fact that he knew. Even without empathy he still knew. 'It's about us is what he's trying to say.'

Kurt adjusted his legs, the bottom of his boot crunching in the compact snow. "Okay so...I know it was a long time ago. Or, a little while ago. But I want to talk about what happened during New Years."

"Kurt that was almost 3 weeks ago I don't think-"

"Listen Midnight." He interrupted, his hand laid flat on Midnights flat on his lap. The knit of his mitten pricked Midnights cold hand. Midnight was frozen. 'What is he doing?' he hoped it wasn't confession. For everything in the world, not a confession.

Kurt did act a way near him.

"I know you've been training a lot. I know that because I see you everyday."

"I know-know." Midnight stuttered.

"And I just want to warn you about--what you're getting into."

Of course he had to mention that. The 'you are probably in danger' talk. Because he was a half-blood he had to be slammed with that talk. He could have been killed by it if it was possible. "Kurt." Midnight pressed his pinched fingers to the middle of his forehead. Annoyed, he tried to sigh gently. "Look I know-"

"No you don't!" Kurt burst in interruption. "You don't. You train with Cedar and i see you and you look so—are you not scared?" Kurt blinked at him. He looked like he feared for him. Too much. He feared to much. Midnight thought for a moment. 'Scared. Why would I be scared?'

"What do you mean?"

"Midnight. Midnight Harper Woods do you know what you're doing? You're leading an army of people into the biggest battle for at least a decade. Hundreds of guardians are loosing their lives because of this battle." Kurt huffed. "It's a damn death sentence."

"It's not a death sentence Kurt!" Midnight snapped while starting to shake his head. "It's a responsibility that was put upon me. I have to. And, it will clear me. Clear my reputation and I won't be known as a danger. Or something that should be killed." He breathed gently. "I will be--freed from that."

Kurt gripped his hand tighter. "Is that all you care about? Your reputation?"

"No!" Midnight paused to intensely look at his former close friend. "I care about the people who need me. They need me Kurt. I am not just going to stop fighting because you want me to. You can't tell me what I can and can't do." He swallowed his firing arguments. He didn't want to push it. 'Calm Midnight.' Midnight kept his eyes on his own knees.