"It was a bit strange, to be honest… Merchant doctors they were meant to be. They owned you, and knew that if you wanted to be free again, they'd get to work you to the bone. But that should be it, right? It never made sense to me. It was always shocking. They put shackles on my wrist, in exchange for my life, and they told me my situation… That should have been enough. But people always want more. They didn't have to use the whip as much as they did, they didn't have to torment the others."
Nila quietly listened, as Oliver's frown had grown deeper, as he recounted something that he refused to ever bring up to her. Whenever the topic was mentioned, he would treat it with the highest degree of dismal, and simply wave his hand, and declare that he'd survive it, so there was nothing more to say.
