"I didn't mean it like that," Beckett replied. "There are always going to be things that are out of our control. You have it worse than I'll probably ever know, but it sounds to me that you have some kind of control over the situation or at least have the potential to," she reasoned. "I mean, you're here right now alone, right? Even if you left against his wishes, there are masters out there that would kill you for even thinking of it. So, wiggle room. You'll probably be able to weasel some kind of control over your situation." She shrugged. "It's not much of a consolation prize, but it's something. Something more than a lot of other slaves get. So take what you can get. If I could make the system better, I would, but the best I can do is stop as many assholes from abusing it as possible."
"The work thing was just a suggestion," she continued. "Probably not my best idea. I'm pretty sure we'd end up trying to kill each other by the end of the day, and then we'd both be out of a job and sitting on your bronzed throne." It was kind of unfortunate to hear that whoever had Seifer's card now had gotten rid of all of his things, but it happened enough in situations like it.
"Look, I wish I could do more for you, but, even if you got out of there, you'd just go back on the block," she said seriously, genuinely concerned and once again faced with the reality of what seemed like an impossible situation. All she'd ever be able to do for other people would be make things slightly less shitty. "And then there's a chance you'd end up with someone worse and more powerful who could really mess you up or even kill you."