[img]https://i.imgur.com/YnD6T41.png[/img] [h1]Ezra[/h1] Ezra had watched the majority of the events that had transpired in silence. He was still in thought about Roy, and his potential. It seemed to be near his own, perhaps even on par, and that was something that scared him, or perhaps made him think about his own talent level. Would he really be as strong as Roy if he wasn't gifted with such a strong body? He had himself asking questions for the majority of the time whilst analysing Takeshi. He had the presence that could be recognised, someone who had potentially killed someone. He'd encountered it plenty with gang and yakuza members, and whilst it didn't scare or intimidate him, it was definitely present and made him on his guard. From what he'd seen of him throughout the day, he was a very complete warrior with very few flaws, something like a polished version of Roy. Roy had managed to clean up his wounds and this was around the time that Ezra had stopped thinking and came back to reality, when he had treated his wounds. He was strong mentally, even if his body had let him down and that was something that he acknowledged. In fact, Ezra had forgotten about his wounds and he was thankful to be gifted with such potent strength by whatever force that caused it. As Roy handed him the first aid supplies, Ezra didn't really see a need for it. Sure, it could get infected but at the end of the day, it was just a few cuts. Not something worth treating with first aid, but he figured he'd do it anyway since he'd requested it. Wrapping his arm in a bandage, he made sure to wrap it tight as he headed out. He wanted to play some basketball today as well, so he was quite disappointed, but he saw little reason to continue if dinner was an option. He was pretty hungry after all. "Food sounds good. I ain't eaten since breakfast." he spoke as he began his walk back to the dorm. Whilst he wasn't exactly running, it was clear that he was eager to get some food down him. He didn't really seem to react to the whole Mina deal because he was far too distracted by the idea of food and his own thinking.