The man follows, keeping perfect pace, making no audible protest, and yet still, he manages to communicate being dragged kicking and screaming into being Helped. But then, as he registers what Dimitri's said-

"Free meals, huh? And they never run out?" And you would never expect that this much spite could fit into those benign words, this much anger and frustration. He knows this, somehow. Or knows something like it. And he continues, and that voice- "The sweetest smell's in the serpent's mouth / We come like pigs to the feeding trough / Then we're swallowed down inside it-" -reverberates in Dimitri's head, like the resentment of all his time here is being pulled back out of his memory with every word.

"So what's the catch? The food is free- / But we are not, it's plain to see / If suffering's what this place needs / Then how do we provide it?"