She was too, good for him. It made him feel like less. He knew he did dirty work and was willing to kill without hesitation. That was the life he had lived up until this point and it was the one he would likely continue to live until his dying days but for some reason she made him feel like he was supposed to be doing better. That stabbed at him like daggers. This was why he hated people who shined like the light. That good in them was too much for him to handle. Although he couldn't bring himself to hate Tela he knew that he wasn't going to be good for her. Destruction was what he brought about. She didn't need to be around someone like him. Shal had enough good sense to know that much.

"Good luck with your learning." And with those words he slipped past her and walked to the back of the ship, choosing a vacant room where he was alone. The quiet was going to be his comfort, though he was sorting through a few things in his mind. He removed his mask again and just sat there with his mind abuzz with thoughts.