Seth hovered in front of the door, squeezing his eyes shut tight. He had to be able to see. Just enough, just enough to aim.
He pushed the door open, walking out. His eyes were red and he was obviously still in pain. He put his other hand on the handle of the ax, against his shoulder with the blade tipped away from his neck.
Someone else had entered the room. He registered in the back of his mind that it had gotten much colder in here, and the man ahead...he was mostly a black blur, but something about him made Seth uneasy.
But no matter. He turned his attention to Merv, who he could see had Tach in his arms.
"Put her down," he said, gritting his teeth. "Because I'm not afraid to kill you in front of her."