Enslaved. The Tenno isn't wrong to make that connection, but it's a word - a concept - that Rolan hadn't ever considered before. His ties to Asmodeus had always felt esoteric at best; sure, he could see the devil's influence every time he looked in the mirror, and he knew that without the intercession of another deity, his soul would be doomed to the Hells, but he didn't feel enslaved.

Not like he had with Lorroakan.

"Well, he certainly draws his power from us," Rolan finally concedes, swallowing around the tight knot suddenly caught in his throat. "But it's not impossible to escape him, and we're quite free to live as we please. Still, I appreciate your empathy and understanding."

Once again, Ayatan reminds Rolan of Dame Aylin, of her rage over not just over what Lorroakan intended for her, but for what he'd already done to him. Such a strange thing to think that the divine not only accepted him for what he was, but cared so strongly for the injustices he'd experienced as well.

Gods preserve him, but he prayed he could live up to their expectation.

"Do you have any other questions I can answer?" he asked, gesturing to his equipment and the portal behind him. "About myself, my world, my research or otherwise?"