Until now, Kaz has done what he's had to in order to remain fed. At times, that's meant taking the food that he's found in the broken down storefronts, even though he knew that Hope was probably the one who put it there. He's made a go of fishing too, but it's not something he can keep up all the time. Maybe if he still had his physical prowess, but...

As it is, he's found himself relying a lot on others. Maybe too much, in fact, but if it's a choice between taking gifts from the gods and taking them from other captives, the decision is simple.

"I don't think they do anything out of the goodness of their hearts. But I don't mind at all." He'd had to learn survival techniques long before he ever ended up in Hadriel. Gamey meat like snake or bear isn't the most satisfying, but he'll feel better about it in the end. Even so, he hesitates for a moment, taking a closer look at his neighbor's face. "What's inspired the generosity? It seems like most people here have an all-man-for-themselves kind of outlook."