“How do you laugh?” Uthey gave him a strange look, so Tam nodded toward the slavers. “With all of this? With the hunger and beatings, with the chains and blisters, with no choices in your life, how do you laugh?” Uthey stared at the fire for a long time and finally said, “Every moment is a bubble of sorrow in my chest. The bubbles build up to weigh heavily on my heart. I must release them, or they will crush me from within.”
