"That might be hoping for too much," he muttered. He didn't expect that, assuming that they weren't being sent off to die, that they were free from being watched by people in the shadows. But, he could dream. He could hope that it was actual freedom, and enough time for him to start to reclaim his mind and his identity. "When we get there, I'll need all the help I can get. Are you... are you willing to help me?"