"Will they always let us keep what we find?" Lloyd's tone was curious, but the question was intent. The answer would make an incredible difference to how he approached the night. Maybe I should take something with me to carry anything I find... Pockets could only hold so much, after all. Maybe a pillow case...

"You make it sound like he's doing this for fun." Which was hard for Lloyd to swallow. How could anyone enjoy making other people suffer? How could they do that with no other reason at all? Even the Desians in the Human Ranches had a reason for what they did, even if it was one that Lloyd hated and felt was wrong. They made humans suffer so that Exspheres could be created. Was there something like that here? Lloyd pulled his plate back closer as he mulled the thought over. Not bothering with a knife, he used his fork again to cut off another bite. "Does anyone have any idea what it is they do in this place? Why they brought us here?"

The bite of waffle went in his mouth while he waited for the other's response.