Freedom means you are unobstructed in living your life as you choose. Anything less is a form of slavery.
Meta didn't offer any words as the Omegas burst out and ran for their freedom. He didn't offer any words when he was bowed to, nor when One addressed him. He didn't offer any words when Three or Five came out. He just waiting until the rush for the hole was done with and he stood up, walking towards it only to stop and turn towards the ones who remained. Seven, One, and Three. Those were the ones present. He simply gestured towards the hole and smiled. "Salvation."
And with that, he bowed and backed out through the hole, eyes raised to them all. Once he was through, he winked and turned, spreading his wings and jogging slightly before a take off. And that was the last they'd see of him for now. Perhaps they'd meet again in the future. He could only hope...
And then there she was, Five. Running along side with the others below him. If he were smart, he'd keep flying and leave her to be free with the others. But for some reason, this was a matter of heart over mind, and his heart won. And he was soon landing in front of her, wings folding in and arm outstretching, his hand held out for her. He didn't say anything, he figured she'd know whether to take it or leave it.