Traveling to far off exotic places, meeting interesting people-

"You...don't see me do you? You're looking at me, but...you don't see me," what he saw was exactly what everyone else saw when they looked at Michel. Michel's head was still bowed, he remembered the threat against his life, he knew what many of Zevran's friends thought of him and saw him. A Chevalier, a noble...he was the same as the ones that abused elves, hurt them, kept them as pets...Michel had a totem of his own regrets, but he couldn't look back at them. He could do nothing for them, but they followed him here, and that is what people saw, "it is that, this love, it is...what I am is not compatible with what you want from me."