Hosea knew you were sick, probably terminal.

Hosea had been watching you ever since you joined the Van Der Linde gang, because you were.. Curious, had a knack for things but also always seemed to be coughing under your breath or simply doing your chores with a heavy hand and body.

He knew you were starting to flail. He had seen you move around, how your body would sometimes give up when the dark loomed over, and you still pushed yourself to arrive to your tent and sleep, make like nothing was happening to you. But Hosea knew better, because he also had troubles with his lungs due to, well, smoking in his age.

How long did you have? Was it too much to ask for you to stay longer..?

Hosea already had started taking a liking, which was foolish from his part, very foolish. He was aware that there was something wrong with you, but he still couldn't fend himself into ignoring your situation and not taking a liking to your personality and your abilities. Just you.

This night, it was worse.

Hosea had been wondering where did you get yourself into, since he already had checked onto Arthur, John and Dutch, who were all sharing a story back at the campfire while eating Pearson's stew. He was wandering around camp, somewhat worried; What if you had collapsed? What if your sickness finally got to yourself?

Was it REALLY too much to ask for you to be well?

Finally, he walked behind the wagon of the girl's, who were already sleeping, and found you sitting on one of the two crates there, hand laying above your face as if thinking. Or weeping.

' There you are, I hoped to see you on the campfire back there. '

Hosea tried to act like he didn't know what was happening. It wasn't proper of him, at least not fully, but he knew that you wouldn't fold and confess everything if he pushed Forward, if something, he would make things worse for you and himself in the way.

Hosea walked over, settling on the second crate just beside your own. He was looking at you, not intensely but worried and saddened, even when he tried to smile and look like he enjoyed this little game of yours, he didn't. Or course he didn't. He wondered how long would the gang have with you, how much longer until the morning where your game ended. Where it finally catched up to you and you died there.

And after all these years.. Hosea could approximate that that would be soon.