"Well, I'm the one keeping you here. If she wanted to get you out, it would've cost something—but she would have done it. Told her father to pull some strings, get you on house arrest, and boom—you're a free man. Well, not free, but you get my point."
"But you've gotten none of that. She hasn't even visited you once or sent a letter, even though she was crying like she was about to die when you were taken."
"You're lying. You must be preventing her communication with me somehow. Octavia would never leave me in this place alone. She loves me."
"That's where you're wrong. You are just a tool to Octavia. A very convenient tool who would do anything to get into her good graces, to see her happy. To her, you're just a loyal servant. A loyal sheepdog without a purpose."
"You're lying. You're just trying to get into my head so you can get information from me."
"Why would I do that? What would I gain from lying?" Travis asked, shrugging his shoulders.
