"We've ended up with you, and judging by everything, you're a slave, because we're going to use you as slaves. I understand that you're not afraid of death or torture, but you don't like slavery, do you? You want to be free?!" - Night was on the verge of a mental breakdown, as they had failed the mission and were now sitting in a cage with a dirty minotaur, - "Don't pretend to be an old man who can only ramble on about how bad life is and how we can't do anything. Are you with us or against us?!"