Ezekiel
The first time I met Ezra I would have never guessed his personality. He had the fighting spirit of his siblings, but he also had a gentleness that reminded me of Cloud. Without the running away and clawing of my hands anyone could tell Ezra was just scared.
He had begged me multiple times to let him go because he truly thought he was a no one and despite finding out the truth about himself and his family, I could tell a large part of him still felt that way towards himself.
Yet to me he was so many things already. He showed signs of mischief by hiding a pack of cigarettes that even I had not detected. He was funny even though one could tell he was not used to sharing his jokes. He had the biggest and brightest smile that made you feel happy without him having to say a word.
