While she talks he lets her guide him over to a chair, but before he can sit, he turns his troubled brow to her, searching her eyes. "I have so many questions." He looks away. "So many questions and so little time."

In this place time snaps and twists strangely, but he can feel it move nevertheless, future becoming past in a breath (and then sometimes resetting or reversing, but such is the way of the Nexus).

He looks back to Hazel and grabs ahold of her arm. "Are you staying? Will you be here even when my Season has ended?"