Paul looked deeply into Susan's eyes. His expression was grim, and maybe there was a hint of pain in his eyes that he tried his best not to show. He didn't like to show his weaknesses to others, after all.
'I don't know from where this empathy towards her comes, but I bet that it has something to do with her expression right now. Whenever I see someone with such an expression, I can't help but remember my time as a slave. At that time, I probably made this same expression; and so did all the other enslaved people that I ever saw in my life,' he thought, sighing slightly.
'I am not too comfortable with it, but I need to tell her the truth. If I don't do so, it will be more painful once she discovers everything by herself. Also, I need to prove that I am not here to mess with her, but that I am an actual acquaintance of Clay and Rick.'
