He was a mid. [Kind of a compliment.] One of the older ones who used to be a rating. I was captured before he came aboard, so I didn't meet him until we were in prison together. You see Horatio...he and his prize crew were captured a couple of years after I was. Since we were all officers, we shared a cell together. I...it was after my fifth time trying to escape. I was half-mad and couldn't walk, I was in no condition to escape. I didn't really want to. The only thing I wanted to escape was having to hear Hunter talking about me to the others. Talking about things that happened when he wasn't even there to see them, he'd only heard about them from others. "What kind of a midshipman is that?" he said.

[He's not really telling her anything about himself that she doesn't already know, at least. But about Hunter, he hasn't spoken with anyone in Luceti. No one besides Horatio, who was there. Those words echoed so often in his mind even after Hunter's death. What kind of a midshipman is that? he would think to himself at the smallest of failures to stay upbeat.]

He...helped me by graciously accepting my share of rations so I'd starve to death more quickly.