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Otto finished off his fries and moved right to the cheesburger. Swallowing a large mouthful of the monster burger, he spoke to share his theory. "Well obviously thats like science. Ya know, all Star Trek s**t. Particle and matter or whatever. But dude the weird things all this Life Division s**t does t out bodies? That's ********' vodoo!"

He nodded knowingly and took another large bite of his decked out burger.

"I always thought of it like virtual reality or sumthin. Like, remote controlled with our brains." Real high tech s**t! "I don't get why we don't always use'em on missions. I doubt half as many people'd die."

He grabbed some of his garlic bread and began chewing on that too, filling up on all his cheese themed dishes. And the milkshake that had sugar'd him up. Hence that chatting. All of the chatting.

"I think the golems make way more sense than the portals."

That made more sense than he was comfortable with. As trainees they really were worth so much less than almost everything else. That hard fact was always apparent. It made him that much more certain the only way to get some semblance of worth was to rise above the status of trainee. Even then he doubted his life would be worth much more.

He shook those thoughts from his mind, drinking the last of the milkshake to drown the strange lump in his throat.

Game talk. He could deal with that. "No kiddin." If Deus Ex were a game, he'd be hoarding up extra mans like a space man stranded in space. Or something. "I'm telln ya. It's all ******** voodoo." With that, he finished his burger and garlic bread.

Time would tell if this hefty meal would give the boy a tummy ache or not.

Otto stared at her left over fries. Honestly, he was stuffed, but to let such good food simply meet an untimely end in a trash bin was out of the question. He steeled his will and reached a hand over the table, dragging the small basket toward himself. It was only a few more fries, right? What harm would a few more fires do? If he was a real man, he could handle this. It was child's play, really. No big deal.

So he ate those fries. Every last one.

By the time the bill came, he felt like his stomach would burst if he so much as sneezed. With regret in his eyes, he slowly got out his wallet and slapped some money on the table. "Time to go.." He murmured in a strained voice.

"Easier said than done." Otto mumbled, a hand on his stomach as they walked. More than anything he just didn't want all that good food going to waste by throwing it up. Luckily it wasn't as if he had to do any fighting here, so chances he could keep his lunch down were good. Back at Deus, eating this much would be a lot more dangerous.

Still, each step was like tempting fate. His pace was noticeably slower than the way to the cafe had been.

"I regret nothing."

Ariane was probably right. he wouldn't admit it, but he regretted everything. Those last cheese fries were one too many cheese fries. Or more like ten too many.

"Yeah.." He croaked, "Headin' back." He didn't even want to think about shopping for candy at this point. No food ever again. What he wouldn't give for a pendant to teleport him to his bed right now.