622 blinked, nearly dropping the food that had been on the way to his mouth. He tried to speak, but for a moment, nothing came out. The slight diversion to food gave him a moment to attempt to recover. No matter how much this place might have changed him, he was still an Imperial Stormtrooper. And it didn't matter how much he'd learned about the Empire's misdeeds, he still loved it as he had been taught to all throughout his training.

He finally found the voice to speak after a few moments. "...We can go home?" The words came out more quietly than he'd intended. He'd been at the point of resigning himself to the fact that he'd never return to the Empire. Never get the chance to try and save it from its failings. But now? Things were all back up in the air again.