( His head still on the table, he looks up thoughtfully at this. Freedom, huh? He remembers fighting for that but he always knew he'd wanted that. But right now, could he be wanting something more? )

I wonder if what I want is that important. . . Or maybe it's something small. . . Ah, either way, I hope I figure it out, you know? ( And then he sits up, regaining some of his cheer because-- oh! Ukraine sounded like they needed a distraction, )
Ay, don't worry, we'll both get what we want some day.