That--was a bit trickier to answer. Kurt leaned back against the sink, sighing; he almost wished he'd just kept quiet about the whole thing, just allowed this to be a completely harmless drama-free visit--

Like anything in my life is drama-free, he thought, and almost smiled as he thought of what Rachel might say to that. 'We're theatre people, Kurt. We experience feelings stronger and more intense then other people, because that's how we make ourselves better at our craft.'

"I was...tricked into going," he replied at last. "By one of the slaves. He was-- He didn't deserve to be enslaved, no one does, but..." He bit his lip. "He wasn't a good person. Anyway, he's dead now, so that's the end of that."