Confusion.
Silver fought, and Silver attacked. He landed a huge, writhing in pain blow, he dodged an attack.
But he was confused.
He was confused with the question of; was fighting the Dorgans, the beasts, a right thing?
They were resembling humans. Not just on physicality, but of the way they act, they showed their emotions, and their instincts. The way how Jessica, the Dorgan Woman moved soon as she saw that one of her comrades was in dire situation, was that humanity? An act to save, to care for life?
Yet, they were a stealers. They have stolen hundreds of items, hundred of precious things that is in dear to other creatures.
Silver wanted to laugh. He knew this was a game. Everything is programmed. Everything is scripted, and everything is a storyline made up of a genius wri
