Zeke sat down, but only for a few seconds before he was back on his feet. And Ezra thought he knew exactly why: sitting down felt like letting your guard down, like not keeping all your possible exits open for a swift getaway. It was a fox way of thinking in a moment of crisis.
Incidentally, Ezra wasn't sitting down either. He was standing, at a respectful distance, trying to appear calm.
"Do we have to?" Zeke asked, with a flatness that was reminiscent, again, of Ezra at his worst. "Do we have to do this?"
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Zeke sat down, but only for a few seconds before he was back on his feet. And Ezra thought he knew exactly why: sitting down felt like letting your guard down, like not keeping all your possible exits open for a swift getaway. It was a fox way of thinking in a moment of crisis.
Incidentally, Ezra wasn't sitting down either. He was standing, at a respectful distance, trying to appear calm.
"Do we have to?" Zeke asked, with a flatness that was reminiscent, again, of Ezra at his worst. "Do we have to do this?"