[Leaving this place through their own means seem unlikely at the moment. Somewhat frustrating, but he had also expected the worst. He's not a pessimist by any means, but he also wasn't going to be blissfully optimistic.

It isn't as though he feels like there isn't things they can't do. He has already read the game they apparently would be participating in and it isn't like he isn't willing to participate. He is.]

I don't think we'll ever get to know. Can't really send letter asking how things are. [He offers her a bit of a lopsided smile.] The accommodations are good... [The way his smile drops as she talks about how she was forced into it. He can't help but have to tap his temper down a bit. Wriothesley couldn't help but abhor people being sold off against their will.]

That- [He takes a breath and exhales.] isn't right. People can't just be auctioned against their will.