I can imagine. Dying would be immensely unpleasant.

[He's been there. Granted he didn't die, but he was mere moments away from it. If he hadn't been rescued when he had, he would have quickly bled out all over the floor of their family's temple. As it was he'd barely been conscious for most of that, blood loss and pain causing him to woozily ping-pong between coherency and screaming and struggling to get away because he had no idea what was going on.]

I'm glad you weren't alone. Being by yourself is no way to live - it seems fine until you realize that there is no outlet for anything and all you are doing is bottling everything up inside you. It's unhealthy.

[He's likely talking about himself more than Ben. He steps inside the room, not noticing the mess as this is someone who last made his bed when he was a child and his father scolded him into doing it. ]

I think so. I have found a room, and where the food comes from. The robots forced me into some ridiculous clothes, so I have that as well. I forgot how inconvenient it is to not have pockets.

[He gestures to himself and his skintight armor with no room to store anything.]