"...You forget how good my aim is. All I need is a crossbow." Which is foolish to say but at least he can make the threat. He knows it's an empty threat. He was helpless.

"It doesn't matter if you're not my Heero..." He pauses, setting his wrists down between his now bent knees. It's no use right now. He didn't know what else to say. What's the use? "This isn't freedom. It's servitude. You're still a slave no matter what you say."