It may take Zevlor a few days to realize they're very nearly two of a kind, at least in that aspect of their personalities. He makes a small, sympathetic noise at Steve's confession, nodding. "That's an old, old story, too, I fear. We adapt to our circumstances, and sometimes we adapt to them all too well."

"I joined up as young as I was allowed to, partly for the prestige, partly just to support my brothers. Too young, at the time, to imagine I'd ever long for anything but adventure." He's tired, too. Not in the same way as Steve, perhaps, but tired nonetheless.

The jet looks like a monstrosity to him. Strange to imagine it can get off of the ground, with so much metal plating, but then the Nautiloid was twice as strange, and had no wings. He'll go on faith for now, with few other options available to him. "And these people are all human, as well?"