[He really shouldn't feel an almost-glee at seeing someone else angry at his circumstances, but he does. It's vindicating.]

I got away by being kidnapped. [Here, he laughs, and it's truly amused. The irony of how these things work; to be saved from his awful circumstances by finding himself in an equally terrible one.] By that rather pesky Illithid nautiloid. And thus, earning that wiggly little tadpole in my brain.

That was one advantage I didn't mention to you at the time. As well as enduring sunlight, and running water, and being able to enter homes without an invitation... I was free from Cazador's control.