Broken hunger
It is. He says in an inexorable tone with a badly hidden bitterness. You notice this, in his evasiveness to looking at your eyes and how his feline ears are flattened now, almost hidden at the top of his head.
He finally continues talking about it. "I was conscripted to the Army."
Drafted. That only can mean two things, or he has been rescued from slavery in the hands of one of our war rivals. Or he is one of the extraordinary cases where someone from Labourer class shows so much potential, that they are offered to be educated with a social rank improvement in exchange for ten years in the army.
He doesn't delve further into the topic, and you don't pry. After all, both of you will have a lot of time to gossip, being an officer in space could be boring when there are not Octopuses trying to destroy your ship hull.
He finally continues talking about it. "I was conscripted to the Army."
Drafted. That only can mean two things, or he has been rescued from slavery in the hands of one of our war rivals. Or he is one of the extraordinary cases where someone from Labourer class shows so much potential, that they are offered to be educated with a social rank improvement in exchange for ten years in the army.
He doesn't delve further into the topic, and you don't pry. After all, both of you will have a lot of time to gossip, being an officer in space could be boring when there are not Octopuses trying to destroy your ship hull.