And with that, Anthony was alone. He entertained the idea of not eating and just letting himself starve to death for longer than was perhaps healthy. Would anyone even miss him if he actually died? He was almost certain that Elijah would get over it quickly. After all, he was more of a nuisance than anything else to him. And considering there was noone else who might mourn him, he eventually came to the conclusion that no, no one would care.

Not that it really mattered. He wasn't planning on dying anytime in the near future.

Anthony just stared at the food, and eventually just started to reluctantly pick at and eat it in very small bites. He wasn't even hungry anymore, he was simply doing this because it was the only thing here that was distracting him from just breaking down again. It was working, for now. Instead of crying and sobbing with the anger and betrayal he felt before, he just felt kind of vaguely sad and a little bit hopeless. ...He kept picking at his food.