"W-what? Really...?" He glanced down at the uniform; he didn't feel particularly filled out in it. It just felt tight and uncomfortable. All strach and straight edges and buttons. At least he felt like he could move in the plugsuit. He tugged on his collar uneasily and for a long moment he just stared at Asuka.

He still didn't know how to feel about her. The last time he'd seen her she'd been comatose. She'd been in the hospital. But here, she didn't remember any of it. She didn't remember being replaced. She didn't remember anything. And he wasn't sure whether he wanted to tell her or not. Wouldn't that make her angry? Wouldn't that make her hate him even more? There was resentment, buried under all of his worry and cringing. Resentment for her always berating him. Putting him down. Even if she was probably right.

"Um... they let me eat. W-why? Did they not feed you?"