"Easy for you to say." Alec jumped up. "I am just an slave to you. You are a supernatural, you live to rule, or at least that is what you all say. I have heard the lies spill out of the mouth of slaves we have rescued. Even my own mother still has habits that were beaten into her, but never, never would I become that. I am stronger that than." He said, tears glistening in his eyes, then the fight seemed to leave him.
"Then I lost some I was suppose to protect and now I am here, looking for the person, that demon that killed him and yet..." He put his arms wide. "I am what I always told myself I would never become. I am slave." He wanted to fall back into the chair, but his legs were locked in place. "I am a fucking slave, and you know the worst part, as much as I hate that, I don't know what to do. I am not the leader, I am not the one that makes the plans, I am just the protector. But who can I protect?"