"As I recall, we were all still reeling from revelations about Zalasta," Sparhawk says coolly. "Amazement was a constant mindset at the time."

Sparhawk is not above rubbing in the fact that things have changed while Martel has been dead.

"I have been trapped since I woke up on that ship, before my arrival here. I have a wife and daughter who are likely anxious about me. Would you not say that was reason enough for wanting to leave?" Sparhawk's tone is slightly sharper as he utters these last words. "And your interests, best or otherwise, are no concern of mine."

Had he time, or the inclination, Sparhawk might seriously considering staying in the nexus, and pestering the ever-loving hell out of Martel, just for irritation's sake.