Hunter frowns. He looks back at Zandros, with an uncertain look. Are they going to have a problem with this? He hopes not.

"This..." He gestures to his current appearance. "Is not me. It is not Hunter."

"Right now, every time I look in the mirror, I am reminded of a judgmental, rude, irresponsible man. Someone who didn't care about anyone else. And someone who really didn't even care about himself."

Hunter rises, not sure if he should leave or not. "I need to reclaim my real appearance Zandros. I feel like I am pretending... wearing a face that is not mine."