#i like to imagine ethans was somewhere along those rusty train lines

[m4gp13]

My hc's for Ethan being a nomadic vagabond in the years between leaving camp and joining the army are the only things holding me together sometimes. It really makes ya want to stuff all your possessions into a well-worn backpack, throw on some barely holding together clothes and hop on a train to anywhere and nowhere. Sitting around a campfire with some fellow runaways who didn't want to spend such a cold night alone as stories and food are traded around. In the morning you part ways and promise to lend an ear and a hand should you ever meet again, smiling at the thought even though you know how unlikely it is. You hop on another train, never going in the wrong direction because every one is the right one when you have no destination.