Christopher watched him carefully and finally walked over to him when he saw James hit the wall with his fist. His Master's hand was bleeding and for all her knew, it was probably broken as well. Without a word, he reached onto a nearby table and picked up a towel, moving into the kitchen to wet the towel before coming back and gently taking Jim's hand in his own to clean away the blood so he could get a better look at it. He kept his silence for several minutes, working up the nerve to speak, not sure if anything he said now would ever make a difference.
"I'm not ungrateful to you and wanting my freedom isn't about you. You're right. You've not lied to me and, except for earlier, you haven't really hurt me except in punishment. but this life is completely foreign to me and even though I love you with every fiber of my being, I don't know if you feel the same only because you own me or not... and I'm not... I'm not sure I could ever believe I deserve that love freely."
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Date: 2010-06-11 12:51 pm (UTC)"I'm not ungrateful to you and wanting my freedom isn't about you. You're right. You've not lied to me and, except for earlier, you haven't really hurt me except in punishment. but this life is completely foreign to me and even though I love you with every fiber of my being, I don't know if you feel the same only because you own me or not... and I'm not... I'm not sure I could ever believe I deserve that love freely."