As Hikaru was led to his new owner's house, filled with worry, he shifted uncomfortable in his seat trying to come up with a plan. Brody was nice, he supposed, but he was a big guy and Hikaru could see the a gun under his coat pocket. Then he saw Ashford, and gulped. He doubted they had purchased him to make him do their accounting for them.<br/><br/>Hikaru looked at Ashford with determined and overwhelmed eyes. She'd done enough crying these past days. "Why are you doing this? Please... let me go back home... I don't belong here. My friends and family will be worried." He chocked up near the end. "Slavery is wrong, can't you see that?" He was almost in tears by the end of it. He'd never been a strong nor manly boy, prefering the arts and sciences.<br/><br/>He didn't want to think about it. Most of all he didn't want to think about what was going to happen if Ashford didn't let him go. The slavers hadn't laid a hand on him, preferring to raise the price by letting his new owner break him in. He had to find a way to get out. Hopefully by convincing Ashford to let him out rather than escape.