Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help

The force of the hug is almost enough to crush his spirit back in his body -- but he steps back, smoothly. That ember of real emotion is like a burning coal escaped from the fireplace. He has to stop it before it catches, before the flames spread to the rest of the house. "I couldn't help noticing the change in atmosphere," he says, as neutral as mentioning the weather. "What's all this?"