"I know, it's just... really hard to convince myself of that sometimes." Hard to believe anyone could actually be content with them if there was any other option at all. But then, Jedao had had options most of his life, ration bars are a choice for him, and have been a lifesaving necessity, desperately hoped and profoundly appreciated when they'd finally come in the worst of circumstances, they've never been an unalleviated fact of life for years on end.

He goes very quiet then, just his breath easing in and out on the steady rhythm of someone who's controlling it consciously as he looks up at Jedao. Deciding if now's a time he can say this, or if he needs to wait... and he finds he can't really be sure, which keeps him solemnly silent.