"I think there's something wrong with Isabel," Ozia said.
To the ordinary ear, he was still talking normally, but to Silas, Ozia's voice was very shaky.
"Ozia, what's wrong?" Silas asked. He was asking purely because he was worried about Ozia now. Whatever was happening, it didn't seem like Ozia was in a good state of mind.
The negativity flowing out of his mind was too thick, so thick that his thoughts had gone very dark, like a dark cloud. Silas was struggling to read his surface thoughts.
What dark thoughts were currently buried in Ozia's mind? Silas didn't know but he couldn't allow Ozia to stay in this mental state for too long.
Silas could sense a glimmer of hope from Ozia's clouded thoughts. Like one last glimmer of light that Ozia was holding on to.
If this glimmer of light shone well, it would clear out all the dark thoughts. Unfortunately, Ozia's logical subconscious was telling him that that glimmer of hope would soon be crushed.
