He stills almost entirely as she says that, because... he thinks he knows what she means. Maybe not a moat, maybe not the exact same life he'd lived, or the exact same wrongs suffered, but something. He wonders idly if it's worse for her, having been given a taste of a happy life only for it to have been taken away, while really, she was still only a child.

For some reason, his mind wanders to the first of two Princes, trying to unsheathe his sword while being shoved into the mud at the bottom of the moat. He dismisses it quickly and focuses back on the present. On her hand touching his wrist.

"I will be." His voice is low, and the revelation that this isn't all some perfect world where their kind never has to suffer or be treated as inferior doesn't anger him the way he expected it too. Because if no one here but him was angry and sick with hate against the humans, wouldn't that be even worse? Even more isolating? "I don't think they're different anywhere. Everything else changes, the differences between me and you, between different worlds, different people I've spoken too, I couldn't even have imagined. Humans are always wicked though. Everywhere. Why should being brought here have changed that about them?"