[He stretches a little, tail lashing against the bed as he moves to investigate the soup Otto brought for him. Peter's whiskers are at least moving their usual pace, showing his interest in the meal.

He carefully picks up the tray to rest in his lap.] Me too, it would've been nice to actually go through together, but I don't regret my choice. I wish none of us had to get so... enmeshed with this to even survive or feel safe.

I want there to be peace here for everyone. No brainwashing or hurt from either side. I want home to feel safe, you know? [He's decidedly determined now, even with how tired he is. It flickers slightly as he picks up a spoon to get get a spoonful of soup. He blows on it, going quiet. He gets the first spoonful down, obviously hungry since he goes for another spoonful even if it burns his mouth.]