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Instead, the cart carried plates of roasted meats, vibrant vegetables, and even some fresh fruits.

The savory aroma made my mouth water and filled the room with a heady blend of spices and herbs.

“Thanks to me,” Ellie said with a hint of pride, “you’ll be eating a little better from now on. You can’t heal on that paste they give you. If I’m going to get you back to full health, you need proper nourishment.”

I chuckled, the sound filled with genuine amusement. “Is this your doing, then? An improvement in prison cuisine?”

The little human shrugged.

She was a true wonder.

Her words made me marvel at the strength of this remarkable human.

Here she was, a prisoner like me, yet she had managed to improve our living conditions with just her will and determination.

The tender flesh of a fruit burst in my mouth, its juicy sweetness mingling with the savory flavors of the meat, creating a symphony of taste I hadn’t experienced in what felt like eons.

It was a delightful assault on my taste buds, and I couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh.

The fresh aroma of the vegetables, the sound of Ellie’s gentle laughter as she watched me enjoy the meal, the feel of the soft napkin on my fingertips, and the explosion of flavors in my mouth — everything was heightened.

I felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in ages.

We dined together, an odd semblance of a date in this otherwise grim setting.

As I watched Ellie eat with a grace that belied our surroundings, I felt a warmth spreading through me.

The weight of our situation still hung over us, but for the moment, we had food, each other’s company, and a glimmer of hope.

And hope, even a morsel, was a powerful thing.

After we finished, Ellie leaned close, her breath a whisper against my ear. “Maybe one day we’ll eat like this, not in a cell, but under the open sky of a free world.”

Her words resonated deep within, instilling a promise of a future that I desperately wanted to believe in.

A future where we were not prisoners, but free beings, united by a bond that spanned galaxies.

The future promised by my Distant Vision.

* * *

The platters before us were a mix of both human and Blinker food, offering a rare glimpse of our shared future.

I picked up a piece of trilax, a traditional Blinker fruit.

Its soft, spiky exterior felt familiar under my fingertips.

“Here, try this.”

I offered it to Ellie, eager to share a piece of my world with her.

She hesitated for a moment, eying the strange-looking fruit, then took a small bite.

I watched closely, hoping she would appreciate its unique flavor.

The corners of her lips turned upwards, her eyes gleaming with delight. “It’s like a mix of mango and… something I’ve never tasted before. It’s delicious!”

Relief and pride surged within me.

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