[s4e1] When I Get Out Today

It’s a specific kind of cold—one that doesn't just touch your skin but seeps into the marrow. James St. Patrick is gone. In this cage, there is only Ghost, and even he is flickering like a dying bulb in a hallway that never ends.

He looks at his hands. They are clean of physical dirt, yet they feel heavy. [S4E1] When I Get Out

The light in the cell flickers.The suit is gone.The empire is crumbling.But the man? The man is just beginning to remember who he used to be before he tried to be "Saint." It’s a specific kind of cold—one that doesn't