"That makes sense for what you've described. Our situation was just... really fucking weird. The alien part was as much of an issue as the war part, cuz we were hiding out on all these inhospitable worlds because of the war and that meant our food came from the aliens. Who fed off emotion so they didn't really understand actual food."

Yes, he's aware this sounds completely insane. Try living it for years, it never got less crazy.

"Most of the time there was enough even if it was awful. But there were plenty of times that we were cut off from them entirely. And my situation was..." he trails off, not sure if he should talk about that, and winds up shrugging. "I know what it's like to be starving to death. And how overwhelming it is being here where there's so much again."