Maeve hums softly. "I've met my fair share of those. Delos is full of them." She turns her gaze to her. "It's always easier when it's not you. At least you realize it now. Lee realized it late and I had to drag him to that realization." In the end, he died to protect them. She has no doubt that Sylvester is much the same as he was in the start. Self serving and cowardly.

"I have experienced it already. Years of it. It took me so long to know what I was and what they did, but once I did...they could never force me to go back." There's a sigh. "I was made to die. Over and over. As entertainment. But I am free now." Free enough, anyway. As free as anyone can be when the ship is involved.

She watches Siffleur quietly. "I am glad to see that he is happy, too. Do you find your glove does not fit as well?"