After two years of performing this spirit integration on fifty million people, it was safe to say that Silas was changed.
He was still Silas, but his outlook on things had changed and it even affected the body language he expressed in front of Ozia.
Now Ozia could understand that distinct look he was seeing in Silas's eyes.
It wasn't exactly a depressed look, nor was it one of disdain. A certain type of tiredness that comes from having seen too much of everything.
To Silas, the lives of the mortals were a script that they would follow. He knew for a fact that the lives of these mortal humans were not special.
Kill them, break them, hit them, do whatever you want with them. The only ones who truly cared about what anyone did to the humans were other humans.
This did not mean that Silas had lost all empathy for humans; no, he had not. In fact, they felt the greatest empathy and sorrow for them.
He sympathised with them, he pitied them.
