>Let's give him a minute to see if he actually does start eating and then let's exit the oubliette again.
>His pace is lethargic, but eventually he sits himself on the edge of one of the two beds in the room, selects a rice ball, and takes a small bite out of it. His motions are mechanical, nearly devoid of life, but he is eating. You suppose that's better than nothing, at least. Still feeling very conflicted about this whole affair, you decide to leave the damaged biker alone for the moment.
>As you reach for the door of his room, though, you hear him say, "Wait."