The threshold for many to feel imprisoned was quite high. Maybe darkness, some bars, some restraints.
For Sylas, that bar was actually quite low, regardless of how he acted.
What felt like long ago now, when he first got into business with the Grimblades, he had experienced maybe some of the worst moments in his life. He never spoke about them in such regard, and he hardly spared them the time even in his own inner thoughts, but that was how he had felt.
Tied to an heir he thought was inferior to him in every way, forced to listen to their orders and execute their missions… what else could he have been but a prisoner?
Yet, Sylas never complained. He did things at his pace. He listened to the Grimblades when it was appropriate, and only when it was the perfect time to split from them did he lash out and kill those that needed to be killed.
Unfortunately, back then, his targets were all F-tiers.
