Ezra
Since the very first day.
I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to figure out if this was another one of his games. With him, it usually was.
Then I let out a slow breath and shook my head.
"What do you want from me?" I asked. I was tired and exhausted from being dragged around like I was some sort of toy. "Why can't any of you just let me be?"
Xenon was quiet. He just stood there by the door, his face covered in concern and what looked like….guilt?
"I don't want anything from you, Ezra," he said. "I'm worried about you. That's all."
I laughed under my breath.
"You? Worried?" I repeated. "Why?"
He hesitated. Then he said quietly, "I thought with the whole Allen thing… you'd be—"
"What?" I cut in sharply. "I'd be what?"
He sighed.
"Relax Ezra. I'm just trying to help."
He must have understood the expression on my face because it was no longer funny. As a matter of fact, it was never funny.
