Things had definitely changed, and Rood couldn't shake the lingering feeling of being displaced in more than time.

But he was undoubtedly alive and there was much to be done, which meant he needed to acclimate to his surroundings.

Zeon and Rachel practically had him by the hands, towing him through the marketplace. They were in the city for several things, and the group had split up to take care of what it could, but both Zeon and Rachel had been strangely insistent on one thing-

-they were going to feed him.

"A Tarkin kebab is worth all this?"

"Yes!"