[Yeah, because that's just what he needs. As if he isn't as reluctant to eat anything as it is now since he died of bad food.

That gets a little look of bewildered horror. There's a lot there to unpack. He wants to ask but he's gotten very little answers for even the very obviously more important things here. His face turns despairing.]

...Why? I mean, I don't like talking about this stuff either but, at the end of the day it's not like they don't know. We're here. And that means even trying to pretend we don't have problems is kind of pointless too. It's not going to save us any hurt or pride if we hold back, they'll just find a way around it so we hurt anyway. Isn't the best thing to just... hurt as little as we can here?

[He glances around the room, at the door, wondering if they're listening. Knowing it doesn't matter anyway. Then his eyes come back to Nekane's face, trying to meet those frankly frightening eyes. He pleads.]

I won't tell anyone, I swear. No one will ever know a thing. Just one little thing. I mean, he didn't say it had to be more than that...