"I see," Kunzite said quietly, backing away and taking the seat at his desk. "If you wish to speak of your troubles, I am available if you need any form of assistance."

For some reason, concern for his roommate had overcome the swordsman, and though he now turned to ravenously devouring his meal - the plastic knife removing abnormally large chunks of steak which were then greedily ingested - he kept Zex's state in the back of his mind. Clearly, he is deeply despondent, Kunzite thought to himself, curious as to what the cause of his malady was but not so callous as to ask him outright. I've offered to listen to his woes, if he so wishes to communicate them...once more, Master, I find myself replaying the roles I had with you. Perhaps now I shall not fail them...