This day had been a lot more strange than the one before, although, he was learning a lot more from the people he talked to. As...interesting...as his run in with Zero had been, he still hadn't stopped thinking about Terra and their conversation. It had unsettled him just as his night with Edgar had. He had so many questions that he knew no one could answer and it bothered him to no end.

As he was shuffled back into the eating place for lunch he could only grimace as the pink stuff was put before him. It was always this stuff...however, between not eating much for dinner and not really eating at all for breakfast he was starving.

Though, he still didn't know if he was hungry enough to eat this...whatever it was. Choosing a table he sat and once again picked at the stuff just staring at it and letting his thoughts take over again. All of the stuff Edgar had gone through, and now with Terra here as well, even if she didn't remember him, he was more set on getting them out than before; he just wished he knew how.

Finally he snapped out of his thoughts and, tentatively, took a bite of the grit. It was absolutely heinous, exactly as he suspected it would be, still, it was all he was going to get, clearly. He stomached a few more bites before giving up for the time being and settling for looking around. All of these people here...how many of them had gone through what Edgar had gone through and how many more still would before they could find a way out?

[For America~]