Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse
"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."
"I'm sorry." Ezekiel murmured, before descending down the remaining stairs. However, when he was on the last step, he turned back around, "but I'm not your brother." His tone sounded a bit offended, but he didn't leave much room for a response as he quickly turned back facing forward and went into his room to collect his draw-string bag that held his belongings. He was a bit nervous to return home, seeing as he hadn't been there for a few months. Would the power still work? Would the furniture still be there? He gulped before throwing the bag over his shoulder and returned to the kitchen where Maddi was waiting for him. "Ready?" He questioned, not quite meeting her gaze.