Surrounded by so much cold, the warmth felt foreign, strange. He couldn't identify it. Plagg freaking out between his shirts, however, was somewhat familiar, and between the two he blinked. Or tried to. The ice around him kept his eyes open, face turned towards the mirror, but at least he was starting to sluggishly think again... couldn't move or speak, couldn't really hear, but he was becoming aware that he... he didn't actually want to be alone, even if that was better for everyone.

But... he was a hero. He should want what was best for everyone, right...?