"I don't know anything about that; I came here to be a peacekeeper... slaves? Massacre?" He shakes his head, trying to understand. "No, no... you can't be right. We'd never... never..." He glances down, to see his own hands, covered in fur, and the healing wound on his arm. "What the hell am I even saying? Of course we would." He glances up to meet her eyes, steadily. "You have to believe me, I didn't know about any of this, and I would have fought it, if I could. I thought we were going for peace, diplomacy, that the soldiers were here for protection from the 'savage natives'... sorry, but that's how we were all told about it. If I knew about... slaves, I'd have grabbed a gun and fought alongside you!"