What made the old man was his actual willingness to be weak. Wasn’t happy about it. There are some wolves too sensitive to live among humans. Sensitive. He had cried all weekend. Dystopia had always been one of those words you don’t really know the meaning. You skip over a word like dystopia, confident it’s either a flavor of yogurt or an Eastern European country. Depending on the context.
The old man called old friends because they were all the family he had left.
And he cried.
But he was still badass. Make no mistake.
That’s why he cried.