But they were right. He looks down at his hands, remembering everything they said and everything that had happened. They had made it so much easier for him to listen. Something he'd never quiet managed to do back home had suddenly seemed so easy. It still seemed easy, and part of him wasn't sure if that was right or wrong. This was how he was supposed to feel, but he wasn't a slave now, so why did everything they had said still feel so right?

"...I can't make myself believe it."