"Less than I have been in recently," he says darkly, looking away. "But I have no desire to suffer further out of pride. I will take whatever you can offer."

There has been so much to take in. It's hard to imagine that only a short time ago he was still in shackles in that prison. He's never had to deal with something like this before and getting his head around it is difficult. He's hurt and angry in a way he doesn't feel like he can articulate, or even that he should articulate. Not to a stranger.

He wishes he wasn't so alone in this. Everything seems to rest on his shoulders.