[In a place like this, he's come to forget that sometimes the stories are just that: stories. So Elizabeth tells him to stop and he stops talking, watching her with wide eyes for a moment as he rolls that thought around in his head. Being caged...being locked in a fate.

He pauses, giving her another unclear look. Isn't that what he'd also experienced? Someone knowing his fate but not giving him everything? It's the same ideal of being locked in and being unable to reach what he truly wants.]

You'll do well to be careful with stuff like this, Elizabeth. I don't even know who we can trust or defend anymore. [He licks his lips, flinching again at the movement of his newly set nose.] Yours wasn't a literal cage, was it?

[...please tell him to stop questioning things.]