Nate let out a single, mocking laugh. "Right. Sure. That's right, stay humble. Play the role. You may not know this, Captain Chase, but I've heard about you - about your time in Spec Ops. Nothing but praises and parades. What exactly is it you're trying to prove? What is it exactly that makes you so damned," he paused, searching for the right word, "...pretty."
"I mean really, Chase. Really. You're not perfect. You know it. I know it. The public doesn't. The knuckle-draggers don't. Most of the enlisted men don't. Maybe, just maybe, if you bothered to let the dirt under your fingernails show, you might earn the respect of your squad - or maybe even everyone else on the Avalon. Or, you can just sit in your palace. Or maybe I'm just on a silly little Wild Goose Chase."