"What's wrong? Did I hit a nerve, and now you're upset?" John asked lightly.
"But now that I think about it, it really seems that way. Yes, you've always just appeared here in the guise of a servant. No matter how capable you are, no matter how terrifying your power might be, here you are merely a maid."
"A maid who could be sent away at any moment, even to someone you are unwilling to serve. You have no power to resist."
"Or to put it more harshly, you can hardly be considered a person in this place. You're more like an object, an object that could be sent away at any time. Is that really acceptable to you?"
John smiled faintly as he spoke, as if he had uncovered some secret, his lips curling up into an amused smile.
He thought these people were devoid of emotions, but it seems that wasn't the case.
It was just that he hadn't touched on the right issues before.
