Of course it wasn't. After all, when you're someone's slave any sense of equivalent exchange is just an illusion. Slaves aren't supposed to cost their owners anything but food and board.

He leans forward onto his crossed arms, awkwardly debating whether to just drop this train of conversation or whether to actually be earnest about it.

"Sometimes I guess it's not about whose fault it is. Sometimes... you just kinda wish something else had happened, and then you spend your whole life wonderin' if something you didn't do is what could have made the difference."