Ferus inclined his head in some kind of agreement, then leaned forward as he finished the muffin and picked up the cup of blue milk, taking a sip.

He didn't want to leave, but then, he'd never wanted to leave Coruscant back then either. Certainly not Bellassa.

And as he let his mind drift in silence, his thoughts came to rest on just one of the details from his old life that he'd be giving up, amongst the thousands.

So he said softly, leaning into one hand and keeping the other around the cup of milk, "I'll miss slicing."