Ivan Gray's gaze hardened at the question. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.
He hadn't expected Silas Dunn to come to Helskar.
Therefore, Silas seeing Timothy York's condition was also something he hadn't foreseen.
Knowing about something is one thing; seeing it with your own eyes is another entirely.
All this time, Silas Dunn had probably known what Timothy York had gone through, but now, he had truly seen it for himself.
Even he, a mere bystander, was so deeply shaken.
What Timothy York, the one who actually endured it all, had borne... perhaps only he himself truly knew.
Silas Dunn downed another glass of wine.
When he spoke again, it was to ask another question. "All these years, you've just been watching? Doesn't it bother you?"
Ivan Gray was silent for a long time before finally speaking. "When you're powerless to do anything, what good does feeling upset do?"
Those words plunged Silas Dunn into silence as well.
The two men sat in the bar until closing time.
