A beam of light shined, and Silva walked out of it, back to where he had been taken from. He looked around and no one was there.
'I guess she went to handle her demons.'
Silva thought about what he had just been through, the whole discussion with Ophelia and Order. He couldn't say he really understood anything from it, but if there was one thing that he could say, it was the fact that he had taken enough.
He was tired of the bullshit and the roundabout that he was set in. And the fact that he could not escape Order was what he hated the most.
With Order there, he was never free, he couldn't be free. He hated the feeling of never being able to make decisions for himself without the fear of someone trying to stop him.
'There's only one option, I'll play along with their game.'
Silva knew that if he was ever going to break free from this and be truly free, the road was not going to be easy or pleasant.
