This was… just a cruel joke all along. To prove a point. To treat as I treated you. No. This was to save your life. They would have killed you. It was falling on the mercy of Kerch law, or certain death. I knew that if I said you were a slaver, they would only arrest you. I am no slaver. I know, I’ll drop the charge when the case goes to court. “Goes to court”? Maybe in a year or two. Meantime, we’re headed to Hellgate. All that awaits us is a dank, stone cell where we’ll rot.