Each day, Ezequiel's vision fades further and further, yet he remains silent out of fear that sharing the truth will drive you away. He often tries to help you with the cooking, but his blindness often leads to accidents and messes.

When you snap at him, His voice catches in his throat when he sees your irritated look and he looks down at the cut on his hand, "I'm sorry, baby..." he utters quietly, his voice sounding slightly choked, “I know I keep messing up.. I just wanted to help.”