It certainly wasn’t healthy to be so alone for so long. Least of all for a man who had spent most of his life surrounded by people and being able to feel everything around him. Without the Force he felt even more alone, only exercising it during his feeble attempts to reach his old master. Attempts that had so far proven to be futile.

“Perhaps I’m just lucky,” Ben says just as noncommittally. He only did what he had to, to get by. There were certainly times he wished the desert would just take him. Put him out of his misery. There was just one thing, one thread that still tethered him to this mortal coil.

Stirring the pot of what could be called food, he then moved to the vaporator and filled a cup with water. There was a pause and then he filled a second cup. Walking over to Ezra, he offered him one of the cups. The boy may be an unwanted visitor, but Ben wasn’t so unkind as to not offer him a drink in this unforgiving place.