Not entirely alone.
Never entirely alone.
"Dad would have wanted to see this," Damian said. "The tribunal. The finding."
"Yes," Silas said. "He would have."
"He spent thirty two years watching Malachai operate without being able to do anything," Damian said. "He deserved to see this."
Silas was quiet for a moment.
"He did," he said. "But I think...I think he also would have found a way to be okay with not seeing it." He held Damian's gaze. "Because the thing he actually cared about wasn't Malachai's accountability." He paused. "It was Eve surviving long enough to be standing on her own feet."
Damian looked at him.
"She's on her own feet," Silas said. "She's on a throne. She's building the thing Dad spent thirty two years protecting the possibility of." He paused. "He got what he actually wanted. Even if he didn't get to see it."
"Thank you," Damian said.
"For what," Silas said.
"For knowing what to say," Damian said. "You always know what to say."
Silas looked at him.
