"...yeah," Jag agreed in a sigh, something very much like relief at hearing someone put into words something that felt so right, but he'd never known to articulate. Something he'd struggled with so much. "That's true enough."

But this wasn't about him, and he didn't want to make it about him. He took a large drink from his glass, then looked back at Coby. "Is it because of - what you were?"