“Because you’re me,” he admitted.  “A little older than when I was when I’d had enough and broke free, a lot less educated for the great big world out there, but that’s all trivial titbits.  You’re me when I was frightened and held captive by a wealthy, power hungry man who wanted to own me.  But I don’t want you to be the me when I was at the end of my rope, wondering if death was the better alternative to the torture of life.  I don’t want you to be<i>that</i>me, panicked and wondering why the man I thought loved me so much was ready to kill me.”  He pressed Alex’s hand to his chest.  “I want to free you before it comes to that.  I want to see you<i>fly</i>.  But you have to help me do that, Alex.  I can’t do it without you.”