"Rations. Military-grade standard supply. I can't afford anything else, since I've been skimping on food to pay for tech. I can't survive here unless I adapt." Technically, Kengo hadn't thought he'd be able to survive at all. Within the first few days of arriving, he'd had something of an emotional breakdown, where he could barely function for a few days. It was the pain of having lost everything, including his home and his friends, being completely alone in unfamiliar territory. Dying had honestly seemed like the lesser evil. Kengo couldn't even be sure what had kept him going, but the emotional break he'd had during those few days was still with him. It felt as though he'd lost part of his soul.

Aside from that, he felt more alone than he ever had before, since arriving. Having Ryusei back did nothing to quell that. It was as though there had been a constant white noise in his life that was suddenly gone. Kengo couldn't explain it at all.

"There are the shuttles they brought us in on, which connect to ships. The Omega Nebula is cut off from the rest of the galaxy. There are things called mass relays that allow for quick travel between locations, but the one here seems to be non-functioning, other than the Omega 4 relay -- the one everyone says we came from. No one has ever made it back from trying to go through it. No one knows where it goes."