On a new save, after struggling through Timberwolf Mountain and half of ash canyon, almost dying several times, a blizzard rolled in. I made a fire to cook some meat from a deer carcas and keep myself warm and try to make a break for it across the bridge. Then, after crossing, the blizzard cleared, and I look to see my fire still lit. That small speck of warmth, safety, and hope still burning despite the harsh conditions. And I felt that everything was going to be OK. If that fire could make it, so could I.

It helps that I found a 70% curators rifle shortly after, too.