"You should eat. Your practically skin and bones." He said as he watched Roland. That was something his grandmother had always said. She had died when Alexi was very young. But he was glad she had died before he had become a mutant. At least her last thoughts of him had been positive. He sipped at his water a bit. All of a sudden his eyes went wide. He had just figured out when Marcus would attack. This wasn't good, wasn't good at all.