You know. If I met you off this ship, I'd run. You've got so many hooks in you already.

[He wants - his instinct, his natural compassion is to say something sympathetic, now. How wrong it was, the way he was twisted, used. It makes him remember Okoya feeding the others, gives him a lump his throat. But that would be turning the key only he can see so obviously, would be exactly the sort of exploitation he'd rather avoid.]

But the admiral keeps me from doing things of that caliber by accident. I'm pretty grateful.