"I'm not like those other adults," Jedao teases, "I remember what it was like to be a teenager like it really was yesterday." All too true and all the more impressive more than four hundred years after the fact. It's strange to be able to remember it a second time. Not that he truly got to act like a teenager, at best a step removed from a prisoner at any given time.

He shrugs and takes in the peaceful environment around them. "I don't recommend feeding on memories," Jedao says, "You relive them like they happened to you, trauma and all. That's what any of us really need isn't it? More trauma."

"That's why we have games." He winks.