Mitchell's expression was best characterized as confused, even bewildered. "You...chose this?" he repeated. "You chose to become a slave?" He gave a soft, awkward laugh. "I'm sorry, I...I mean, I suppose that's what we want. I've just never met a slave who hadn't been born to it, or um. Captured against their will." He doubted the angels would have forced Samandriel into it if it wasn't considered a punishment in some way. But perhaps not. Perhaps it was simply his natural place. "I was a slave," he confided, his smile small, almost shy. "Before. I was born one, though, so it's different, I think."