John's exclamation jarred Kikyo from his memories most inconveniently. His eyes snapped open and narrowed in the wounded man's direction, rather put off that the damn urban ninja was still conscious. Stubborn as well as uncivil, no surprise there.

The man was obviously having hallucinations in his blood deprived state, if he was seeing snow.

He pushed a lock of his long hair behind his shoulder with his fingers haughtily and without a word. Maybe if he said nothing, the man would fall back asleep, like he should have a long time ago.