"Nothin' may come for free, and I've paid my prices, but I can live free and that's the point. I can be my own man, live my own life, and the price I pay for what you charge money for? It's a lot cheaper, and a lot easier to swallow," Mal moved with her in his arms, ducking beneath branches, dipping past logs and stepping over fallen brush; watching as tiny animals scuttled away.
Then he looked back down at her, "'N I know what you do, still doesn't make a lot of sense to me. What's the point in helpin' teach a Master to be a Master, or a slave to be a slave? What's that entail? Teach someone to bow and become subservient for the whim of another? What purpose? Make some money, or you see some legitimate credibility? Way I'm thinking, seems to me you're just pushing along the ideals of every other slaver."
Still, even as he spoke he could feel the terrain getting rougher and he veered off for a bit more of a clearing in the foliage, finding a small path that led towards the cabin they were talking about earlier; the one he'd spotted awhile ago. Eyes narrowing, he then looked back down, "Gettin' closer."