Joseph was both shocked and elated by how strongly his Master felt regarding slavery, as evidenced by his cursing more than anything else. Sure, he had always known that Master Alexi was kind to his slaves, far more than his father had been. But to know that he truly wanted to end this oppression, he could not help but be incredibly surprised. When one coupled that with the evident confusion on the Vandros Lord's face, then perhaps.... perhaps he could dare to speak. Perhaps he could ask the questions that he had nearly allowed to let slip to Mois.
“You have never mistreated me, Master. But I have still always been afraid to admit my real thoughts on slavery. Such rebellion, even of the mind, is... difficult for me now. The truth is, I agree with you. Slavery of the magical races is absolutely wrong. There was a time when it served to adequately punish those of us who thought that we could kill humans with impunity due to our superior strength and senses. But those races and individuals who played no part in those horrors never deserved it, to say nothing of those who were born long after those atrocities ended. Owning another sentient being is immoral, and I am glad that you want to end it,” the head servant replied, speaking with strength in his voice, though he was still notably unable to meet Alexi's eyes.
“However, Master, how does kidnapping and enslaving the head of the Resistance lead to the end of slavery? Hard breaking is torture. There is no question about it. If a human did something like that to another, it would be considered torture. So why on Earth would oppressing and torturing another victim lead to the end of this oppression? You know that I will follow your orders until the end of time, but surely there is no way that peace can come from breaking everything that this individual is,” Joseph finally replied. Despite his relative calm, he still tensed up as he spoke. To say this to most of his Masters would have been tantamount to treason, but he had seen Master Alexi's confusion at the vampire's submission, his conviction in these beliefs. He had to believe that it was alright to say these things now, despite the increasingly refined and perfected submission chemicals and electronic controls that had berated his brain and body for the past six hundred years.