Saying his name gets a pause and he turns his head. Not quite looking over his shoulder, but almost. He didn’t remembering giving it to this Ezra.

Going back to what he was doing, he started cutting up some unpleasant looking dry vegetables and put the pieces in the pot. He then froze, stiffening as he dropped the meat into the pot too. His lip twitching slightly.

“What is there to be strong for?” It was said as more of a bitter statement than an actual question. Once he had given a message of hope, but that had been before… before everything had been lost. Everything except the boy that is, and even then he was only able to look on from a distance.