"Vierlande has the tendency to make one ..... rather paranoid," Marks said as he pulled himself up, leaning heavily on his cane. "The conditions of my capture were quite ideal for the RFP - they knew exactly where I was, when I would be alone, I didn't know who I could trust." The anger in Marks' voice was obvious now, the tone hinting of a sentiment long smoldering. "But," he said, "Once a revolutionary, always a revolutionary, and the movement needs people, now as always. I consider it nothing less than my duty to return, although I admit, there weren't a lot of other places for me to go."
"I recognize the difficulties that you have trusting me, and I know that the same distrust will dog me for some time from all people in the movement. I only hope that I can prove myself to my comrades as we must prove ourselves to the people - with actions, not words."
"So you've heard my story, what, might I ask, is yours?"