"He might reward you, but what use would he have in rewarding me?" Laila countered, pessimistic. She continued to drabble on about her insignificance, "I'm just a slave. I'm useful when they need something, of course, but what other use am I? I'm not respected as a person. If they could hear me talking like this, I'd be sent to a guillotine. My freedom does not and will never exist, that's just the way it is." She sighed. "But... maybe you're right... maybe..."