He had been happy living the illusion of a new life in Seattle. His rehabilitation, loft apartment, and photography job kept him going between bouts of phantom pains, PTSD episodes, and nightmares. It wasn't until recently that his mutant ability had gotten the best of him by way of the government coming and bringing him here.
"Do you think this attack will give the guards license to mistreat the residents more or even go eye-for-an-eye?" Ezra asked, concerned. He had two people he cared for on the island. Even if he couldn't speak his best friend's name, he would protect him as if everyone knew he was here.