Hushed Willows and never for a minute did he believe he could escape

He, the one called Ingram, held fortitude. This much was known. How could it be mistaken with such clear visibility?

Ingram. The given name was repeated. Not for the sake of forgetfulness or confusion, but merely to see how the syllables felt on the tongue. Concise and simple.

For one of young age, you are a surprise to me. Why is it you walk this path alone? Survival? Or is there something you seek.... or, perhaps, someone? As words come, eyes search. The willfulness to understand the soul and purpose is full of tenacity. If it shall not be spoken, then perhaps it could be seen instead.