"Sir, his actions are blasphemous to you." The elder was indignant.
"Oh." He said, his eyes indifferent and his face expressionless.
"Sir!" The elder was angry, "For those who blaspheme God, you should..."
"He's dead." He interrupted him gently, his voice still calm, but this was something unprecedented.
He still maintained his posture of looking out the window, without any sadness on his expression.
It's snowing again, and it's a vast expanse, with no way out and no way back.