The inside of the ship was unlike anything Silva had expected it would be. The walls were lined with glowing red patterns that reached all the way to the end of every wall.
The weeping angels stood beside him the moment they were in. They walked deeper while he walked at the center of them. He was no prisoner, but if he tried to leave, they would for sure take action.
It had been a long time coming, the meeting that he would have to have with Ragna. He just didn't expect that it would be this peaceful. It felt off. Ragna had only attacked him ever since they got to know each other, if constant fights could be considered knowing each other.
The walk was silent. Only their footsteps could be heard. The ship seemed never-ending.
'There seem to be no other weeping angels,' Silva thought as he looked around.
After what seemed like a very long while of walking through the hallways, they finally made it to a large door.
