[He sets the food down. He hasn't quite eaten half but he can't force himself to eat more right now.

He's horrified and scared and angry. How many others like Gaius and himself are here? People deserve to be people, not living puppets. He wants up scream or hit something or cry, but he just looks at his hands and tries to keep the despair from bubbling to the surface.]

Okay. Thank you for being frank with me, Gaius.

What happens when someone can't adapt? Or gets too old? Or never stops fighting?