Truth
A few minutes later, Daneel sat in front of Selene, her silky black hair draped over her shoulders, her legs twitching repeatedly as she sat demurely on the high-backed chair in the previous master's meeting area.
His words in the Pit had not been met by loud cheers or proclamations of faith or trust. Instead, he had seen them rekindle the fire within the Graitonians that had come to life after they had obtained freedom. It had almost been snuffed away by the Garbonors, but fuel had been fed to it now, letting it burn unhindered once more. He had left in the silence, feeling their eyes on his back as he made his way to the teleportation matrix.