They don't melt in my hands. I don't mind the cold.

[And not because he can have his own personal heater at the snap of his fingers. Maybe he shouldn't have fled Shiloh so quickly. Maybe he should've thanked his father for the advice that's served him so well. He didn't just numb himself with ice, he embraced it.]

We don't know what kind of beasts are out there. But my weapons will stop them quicker than most.