It came as no shock to Ezra, seeing his brother dying there. The moment he left Jakten, he knew he was a dead man walking. It was as though every moment Ezra (and for his siblings too before their death) he turned his back, someone died. As if he didn't constantly keep his eye on them, they would be gone in a blink. At least, as far as his family went.

Would it be the same with Amunet? Ezra would be left to fear any time he was sent on mission, wandered to another nearby land, took a tunnel or two… If he didnt keep his eyes on her every waking moment, would she too die? But there wouldn't be any meeting her one day in Valhalla, would there?

I knew it…. He spoke the words outloud, now, as he stood over his brother laying, bleeding out on the ground from a gaping wound on his neck. How? Did it matter? It didn't change the end result.

He sits, then, slowly. His head lowering down as he hunched down near him, his crippled leg raised a little off ground. It ached, but surely not the way his brother did now. You'll wait for me with the rest of em, won't you? There was no use for dramatics - to yell, to wisp him up in his arms, to cry in agony. Ezra knew where he was going. He just hoped all he could do was wait for him.