Zandros is quick to gesture for Hunter to take his seat again. "There is no need to leave," he tries. He wouldn't want to be the reason a conversation with one of the friendliest people in the Nexus ends abruptly.

"I simply... Do not understand. I suppose... Perhaps... It is not for me to understand? I am... In truth, I am uncertain I could make the same choice? I have had to consider in the past, when I was a soldier, if or how I might go into my future with--" He stops abruptly. How to phrase this delicately?

"With... An appearance which was not one of my choosing. But the appearance of my choosing is the very one you now seek to escape. Grappling with this concept is... Admitting my own vanity? Quite difficult."