there are only light curtains over the windows in his personal space . seconds ticked by and nothing appeared . he throws it into the corner of the room with a disgusted look on his face . there was no point in the entire army traveling through the storm . he 's got a cigarette in his hand , his brown hair is wet , along with the top of his shirt , and it looks like he 's been crying . he was her only constant now , her only rock . 