You see? The things she doesn't tell you before sending you off. The sins she refuses to think on. Oh, all for a good cause, yes, I understand, but my experience changed me nevertheless.

[It's a casual wave of his hand as if the whole thing is rather inconsequential, but inside, it's anything but. Yes, he understands, for a smooth political transition and for the lives of a number of prisoners, it's a good deal. Fair trade. But Silva lets slip through the torment of finding out about it later, of putting the pieces together after he's escaped, after his physical healing has begun but long before the mental scars began to form. The obsessive thought of how it even happened running around in his head until the answer is right in front of him. The woman he trusted above all else, so draconian in her punishment for his supposed transgression, gave him up to those who would subject him to the worst imaginable pains. Faith shattered. Loyalty melted away.

Betrayal at the root of this whole mess. I cannot let it go.]