"I guess that's a start," he said, gaze cast upward again. His voice was very small - especially for a big, hulking dude his size - as he said, "Is it weird that I'm just as terrified of being able to make my own choices again as I am of still being trapped?"

On the one hand, he was always, constantly, terrified of what they might do to him or try to make him do. On the other hand, after being that battered and messed up in the head, he was terrified of being able to make his own choices again.

What if he was too broken to make the right ones anymore?