with a brief snort , he went through , closing the gate a bit harder than necessary , and glanced up at the house . `` i 'm not going to press my luck . '' `` it 's not about you , '' i assure him . i grabbed his axe and looked up . instead , he just looked pissed off . he rolls us to our sides , never letting go of my hand , as i quietly weep into the warmth of his skin . when you were facing the dead , however , everything changed . 