But if you focus on the here and now too much, you might forget where you're trying to go. I don't want to get so used to living here that I stop thinking about how to go home.

[Because that's something that could happen, he feels guilty to admit. Hadn't he already done that once before when he gave up on his parents and just got used to living on the streets? If he hadn't given up, if he'd listened to Tseebo when he'd had the chance...

With his eyes closed, Ezra doesn't see the way the grass wilts, but it almost doesn't matter. He feels like wilting, too. His parents had been alive. If he'd known, he could have done something.]