"Yes," David agrees, his voice sad and edge with anger. Because when he heard Ander's comment, he thought he understood. The other man hadn't been lucky. There was laws about his kind. And of course, he kept going.

"You're slaves. Fuck. I... Fucking hell what the fuck is wrong with..."

He shakes his head and steps a bit further past the collector of flowers and baskets as he tries to catch his breath.

"In the world I'm from, people that look like me, with dark skin? We were captured and sold into slavery. My ancestors had to live through that and it was a long time for us to gain true freedom. But we still aren't massively equal. I'm sorry, because all I can think when I think about the legacy of my people, is that it's going to be a long, very painful process to reach for what you deserve."