[He...He looks like him. Oh it's not the glasses. (He never wore glasses. Did he?) It's that expression. Like when Linda would bring in a new plant, orchids she'd found growing wild in Houma and he'd hold it and they'd look together.

It's disconcerting.

He sets the foxes carefully on the table and grimaces.]

These rats are too big and they're eating the roots I've been using to feed the village. I'd rather toss their corpses in the river.

[Disgust. Ew. Red things that eat plants. He peers around the room with interest and Alex might be able to sense a degree of longing in his voice.]

You've scavenged all this?