He too kneels down and rolls the snow into balls using his hands. It felt cold, which is a strange sensation to him.

"Even if they turned their backs on you and forgotten you? Dianxia..." He made a pile to add to his accumulation of snowballs. "You deserved to be remembered like you once were." He said quietly.

Even if he doesn't feel like he has a lot of luck, he wants to give every bit of his luck to him. "I will help you to help them. Would you like that...? My help?"