[And there it is, the very thing that he suspects has been weighing on her all along. If her harsh tone bothers him, it does not show, though his gaze is thoughtful where it peeks through his mask.]

That troubles you.

[Hardly a revelation to her, he imagines, but he wonders if she's said it aloud before now.]

We are all of us out of place. None of us belong— but it is more than that for you. Without your purpose, you are lost.

[Has he got that right?]