That answer doesn't do much to mollify Ezra. The little boy's shoulders stay slumped with disappointment. "Maybe I just can't do it at all," he says. "Maybe you're wrong about me." That seems like a very real possibility to him. He's certainly never done anything like what Garth'zel just did.

Still, sullen or not, he doesn't forget that he still has a sandwich to finish. Foregoing the failed exercise, he picks the food back up and gets back to work eating as much as he can. Even with an offer of employment and food, he can't shake the fear that he might not get anything else to eat anytime soon.