Koby's not saying a lot, but the way he's standing, looking down at his feet, speaks volumes. He's tense, unmoving, shoulders rigid. He's focusing intently on not letting his voice tremble, when he finally speaks. It's not very successful.

"For two years, yeah. I got on by mistake, and the captain told me she'd let me live if I did everything she said." A pause, a slow inhale. Exhale. "It was awful." The understatement of the century, but maybe that's written all over Koby's blank, pale face.

Then there's a smile, a quirk of one, warm and soft. "He didn't have to, but he did. He didn't let me give up. I...owe him everything."