"I'm not a zombie anymore," R protests. He isn't...right? He's fully cured? Suddenly he's having doubts again no thanks to Eponine, images of his skin color fading away and his flesh rotting off in patches surfacing.

Swallowing, he tries to get her to see where he's coming from. Talk about stubborn. No wonder her and Howard were a thing. "Fair enough. Would it be okay if I checked up on you, at least? We could share food."

Or he'll get killed talking to her out in the open. R feels like he's rubbernecking glancing over his shoulder toward the Cornucopia. If this is what a human survivor feels like, no wonder most of the time they looked terrible - this was exhausting!