In the bleak Midwinter

"I died there. What a difference it would make now? Have you ever thought about the feeling of water wrapping itself around your body like a blanket? The cold numbing your senses? Then silence." In that precise moment, Thomas Shelby could imagine the calm it would bring. Rest. He was so tired. All the time. He nodded in response."Yes. I can." Or when an enemy becomes a lover.