Ezra snatched the necklace from her hands quickly and hold it tightly in his own. He could feel relief wash over him as the cold chain warmed up in his palm. He'd been sure he'd never see the necklace again and that his chest would lay bare with the ghost of what used to hang around it. He had kept reaching to grab it out of habit, but always came up empty, so to hold it once more made him feel at ease. He slipped around his neck refusing to let it go.

"I don't know what to say, Marta. I'm grateful to have this back, you have no idea, but I can't...let the anger go. I have begged for a way to move on from the pain, but I have nearly died twice at his hand and if I'm put against him again I don't think I could stop myself from killing him," Ezra said shamefully. 

He'd never been one to fight unless he had to, and to the thought of killing someone had never crossed his mind until he met Oscar. He would probably kill himself though if he took the life of the other man. He knew right away he'd feel guilty and the blood would never wash away. He'd descend into madness until the horror of what he did finally became his death. He looked at Marta sadly knowing that wasn't what she wanted to hear from, but the words refused to stop.

"If these people are going to continue and attack us I can't just stand by and let it happen. I will protect my people even if it means taking the life of another. I will protect myself because in turn I would be protecting you. I know he is your friends brother, but to me he is nothing but the enemy and I am tired of being his victim," His voice was steadily rising and he winced a little at the pain of sitting up too fast.