[This is partly because he is being totally obtuse and circumspect about this. Yay, guilt. He blows out a breath and rips off the bandaid.]

I was her warden on that other barge.

I could see the way she'd be - molded, to think the rest of them were monsters without souls, and that she was afraid she was one. I told her I could see her soul.

Uh, that bit was true.

I kind of implied that she was right about the others. Without, like, saying it. But I wanted to push her toward embracing all that.