Albel ate the last cube and set the tray aside, jumping to his feet. "Met some freaky aliens who showed me that working with other people is sometimes worth the trouble," he said wryly.
Then he looked away, frowning slightly in memory. "I...guess I changed. Put some things in the past where they belonged." His hand reached up towards his stump, then dropped again before he touched it. He wished with all his heart that he could find a new prosthetic.