Ben didn't want to be the soft one, but he was. Out of his siblings he was generally the kindest and softest and the one with the messiest power. He hated using it and he always felt bad after doing so. Not only that, but the old man still didn't praise him for anything he did. He just wanted to please their father. Why was that so bad? (Except he was starting to understand that is was bad and never going to happen).

He held the crackers and peeked over at his brother, frowning softly. "How long was I down here?" he asked, unwrapping the crackers and taking one out, taking a bite, because you shouldn't eat them whole, but the moment food his his mouth he shoved the whole thing in, giving a small Mmm sound. He seemed to melt a bit with the crackers, his tummy growling as he ate one.