Dom began to whisper in his ear, talking about things Kennedy didn't want to hear. Violence, blood, death. He didn't want to hear it. Kennedy began to focus on the sounds of the gurgling water at his back. The demon's voice began to be drowned out... The demigod looked up and watched a few people around him, he tilted his head back and glanced at the sky which was a light gray, he imagined it would be spilling snow onto the camp grounds if it weren't for the weather barriers.
The demigod yawn and rubbed his eyes, maybe he should talk to someone, maybe he should break his shell a bit... He pushed the idea into the back of his mind, he was content with sitting here alone, with his thoughts.