Crozier flinches as a wave of fire roars behind him. It was close, but close is nothing. It's nothing.

"The wailing," he says, feeling the heat from the fire start to lick at his heavy, fur -parka. He tears at his hood to bring it off his head, graying red hair flicking up and out in all directions. "I hear it." But his mind is always full of wailing and gnashing and moaning, but the pleading for mercy is the most haunting. He wonders if it's somehow worse for Raju, and the fire is just an indicator --

The voice, the Aurora, Raju's new abilities. He wades forward through the snow on his knees, one more pace forward, then another, risking incineration for the hope he might get through to him.

"Is it just the wailing? What else can you hear?"