Zeon doesn't exist here. Your business is your own, and I have neither the reason nor the inclination to meddle in your affairs.

[Which is as much of an agreement as he'd hoped to come to. He turns to leave the man to his thoughts, but hesitates before walking away.]

However you might feel about me, we're both refugees from the same world. That means we have more in common here than we might like to admit. We have the same enemy- these machines that have dragged us here to bend us to their will. Try not to forget that.