Not Now:
Before -anytime before that damn forest- that deep cold.
A cold that came not just from the snow and air but from the death and destruction that rained down on them every day.
Before that day he would have been able to look into those blue eyes and feel something, anything other than anger and hate.
Before he would have been able to hold out his hand and help him up rather than just laugh.
He would have been able to turn to him and say "how have you been?" rather than "where have you been?"
Anything other than those few uncaring phrases filled with such cold hate.
Before that forest he would have been able to tell him to stay when he needed him the most but not now.
Now he was changed, they were changed.
That was a time from before, not now.
Now he just turned and felt the coldness settle in.
