[i]Oh, for the love of all that's good! Why do these things always have to be so damned hard!?[/i]

Sazh threw his hand across his face and unloaded muffled yells into them, trying hard to vent his frustration preemptively. It always seemed like some people, no matter what, were willing to understand each other, but the moment anyone so much as looks at them funny, they go and turn [i]every single thing[/i] he's said against him. They was no way a creature like Asphyxious should ever be willing to offer help if he couldn't take a lick of criticism about it. If he kept being worried about danger like that, then by god, he's gonna be the first to run into it!

"Okay, look, Asphyxious," Sazh removed his hands to un-mute himself. "I'm not trying to make enemies here - I'm not even refusing your help at all! - but you kinda have to accept that, well, not everybody's gonna agree with you. I'm not talking about [i]me[/i] here, I'm talking about everyone who could think you look 'different', because that's just how people are!" The l'Cie was gesturing wildly, trying to make his point, "People in general judge by looks, not qualities; hell, for all we know, you're a savior of worlds, but to anyone who doesn't know that, you're just some living skeleton in a big suit of armor- ...still, though, if you think you can be the ambassador here, then by all means go ahead."

Already exhausted and still high on frustration, Sazh backed a step or two away from the lich and the door. "Look, see, I won't even bother you at all. I can just wait here quietly, with a gun in each hand for when trouble comes knocking. Okay?"