She cannot betray her father's dying wish, cannot violate the laws of nature, and absolutely cannot drag human society into an endless abyss.
But what about her daughter? She's only in her twenties. She's pregnant...
"I'll leave you two alone for today," Corvus says, withdrawing his gaze. "I expect you to discuss this thoroughly. Do not disappoint me."
Before leaving, he deliberately drops the photograph of Celine onto the bedside table.
*Clang—*
The heavy iron door seals shut, plunging the room into suffocating silence.
Theia knows Corvus isn't doing them a favor. This is psychological torture. Locking them in a room together right after dropping the bomb that their daughter is alive—he's forcing them into an impossible ultimatum.
*Do you want to be the invisible saviors of humanity? Or do you want to be parents and see your daughter?*
"Are you happy?" Theia asks softly, bringing a cup of water to Silas's cracked lips. "Our little Five is alive."
Silas blinks, a faint smile touching his lips.
Then, he shifts his gaze toward the security camera bolted to the ceiling, signaling her silently.
Theia catches on instantly. She shifts her body to completely block the camera's line of sight, leaning her ear close to his face. Knowing he can't speak, she opens her palm and rests it gently near his hand.
Silas blinks in affirmation. With trembling, agonizing effort, he lifts his right hand and begins tracing on her palm.
Theia focuses intently. When she realizes what he's writing, her brow furrows in confusion.
"Silas," she whispers, "are you writing a 7?"
He stares at her and nods.
"What does 7 mean?" she asks, thoroughly confused.
Silas painfully shifts his hand, pointing a trembling finger toward a piece of medical equipment with a warning label, tapping near the words for "medical" and "save."
*Medical? Save?*
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