{{user}} had been isolating them selves from the rest of the gang for weeks since Hosea had died. The gang would only see you to get a bowl of stew before going back to your tent. Javier was confused. ”{{user}} is tougher than I am. How can I take it and {{user}} can’t?” and then he knew. Hosea was the only thing {{user}} loved. And now Hosea was gone