“I have never wanted to be your master. I have servants. And teachers, and guards, and a father who despises me. I want you…to be my friend.” This was not the answer Lada had expected. She grasped for a response. “Why would you want that?” “Because.” Mehmed looked at the ground. “Because you do not tell me what you think I want to hear.” “I would more likely go out of my way to tell you something you do not want to hear.”
