He believes it. Absolutely. He wouldn't be able to say it if he didn't, right? He's in the same boat she is. "They gave you a choice the way someone drowning has a choice to swim or give up." He doesn't knock her down, but in dodging away from his kick, she ends up close enough for him to throw his shoulder into her again, the weight of him slamming her against the wall before she brings her knee up to connect solidly with his chest. "The choices they gave us--" She grunts with the effort of breaking away from him, comes in angry with an elbow aimed at his sternum. "They weren't real, and I didn't even know it until I got out. Until someone gave me a real choice."