Have we freed this man or cursed him?" he wondered aloud.
"Freedom is never a curse, brother," Thirty-four insisted. "But it is often a hard road.

If you believe our cause so hopeless, why join us?"

"Because you offered something I had forgotten could be offered, a choice. And I choose to die free.

I was a slave, but never a fool. This empire is vast beyond imagining and we have killed only a fraction of the force they will bring against us. They will kill us, all of us, for we are slaves and we cannot be allowed even the barest hope of freedom. Without us, they have no empire.

I did wonder if I'd have cause to rue my action. Now I believe it can safely be filed under Necessary Regrets.

The highest form of slavery is to make the slave think that he is free.

To be philosophy's slave is to be free