On nights the blizzard rages, I count the names of the unit I lost from the start. Lately I can't reach the end before another thought breaks it off.

• HertaIt's a mercy when it breaks off. The winter you counted that roster to the end, your fingertips split open and you came to me.
  ErhardtI put the salve on.
  HertaI thought you were a man who didn't lie.