Fendros wasn't sure exactly whether he wanted to dwell on it, but Ahnasha was pushing the issue enough that he felt he needed to speak. He sat with his forearms on his knees, looking at the floor, and explained. "It's not the bigotry, don't worry about that," Fendros shook his head, "I just...what she was describing about ancestors, I grew up around all of that," he turned his head to look at Ahnasha's face, "It's true that I left that all behind and that I'm unlikely to connect with them again, especially when I am bound for the hunting grounds when I die, but..." Fendros clenched his jaw and looked to the floor again as he tried to give his thoughts a description, "Hearing Irenya made me think back to it for the first time in years. I can't help but think what it might have been like if I did have that connection. It isn't exactly an Argonian connecting with the Hist, but still. I remember it."

"Heh," Fendros looked sideways at Ahnasha and pulled a sad smile, "I bet I sound like I've been evangelised, don't I?"