"You... never went there for y'rself?" He's not sure how to voice this in a way that doesn't feel awkward, but the more awkward he'll feel, the less he thinks they can actually talk about this. Slavery is not a problem Esteban had ever feared encountering before-- and he doesn't know how to be delicate regardless.

"Is it a bad memory for you?" He asks instead, brows furrowed in wonderment. For how amazed he was at the city, there's something bitter about hearing his friend had only been there when she did not have a say in this.