He had convinced her not to use werewolves in her latest assault, least not ones that had been transformed. Things were not as bloodied as they could be. He was sure that no one would thank him from the light supposed side. They, if they knew he was alive at this point, would probably accuse him of being a traitor. But he didn’t feel that way. Under Morgana Tom had been able to feel actually happy for the first namable time since he thought that he never would have to go back to his grandparents. That joy had been short-lived, as when he thought that he was gaining freedom, all he got was stipulations and a diffrent sort of prison. If anything he felt betrayed by the people that were supposed to care about him, supposed to support him. He had never realized that the world had so much to it, so many things to learn, so many people that could see him as more than a sacrifice or a disappointment.