They don't know why we're here.

[He has come to believe this. Too much of it wouldn't make sense if they did. He twists his empty glass, staring down into the depths and how it distorts the wood grain at the thicker base.]

I think they's...keepin' us around in one place because 'a that.

[He lifts blue eyes briefly, a quick, keen look.]

An' paying and training us, because otherwise...that's jes' kidnappin', right?

We can leave. You got anywhere to go that makes sense to you here? I sure don't.