There's a bright, intense hunger shining in Hickey's eyes. It's an expression Crozier has only seen once before: when Hickey was in the woods, devouring that rabbit raw, eating with a ferocity that he never had back on the ice. The blood isn't on his face now, but that hunger shines through his eyes.

"Look around us," Hickey snaps. "Get your head out of your ass, stop hiding away in your silly little igloo and look. I'm not the only one who's made a choice. I'm just the only one you've seen."

There's something in the air. Something pushing them, making them feel this way. And at least, Hickey knows he's not the only one who can traverse the land easier. This probably means he's not the only one with the hunger, that anger driving his actions. Crozier is just too blind to see it.

Crozier's too blind to see most things.