Alex unaware of what his grandfather was planning to do, was now contemplating what he himself should do. A year ago he was so sure that he would be able to escape, but look at what happened. He tried multiple times to escape but no matter what he did he wasn't able to do anything. Everything he did, everything he thought of was anticipated and countered by his grandfather.
Since the beginning Alex was playing on the palm of his grandfather's hands. If Emily were here, she would've said that in this situation Alex wasn't even a player, but merely an npc.
Even the hope of someone coming to the rescue was slowly fading from Alex's mind. Ever since the death of his teacher Sir Lyner, Alex had lost faith in a rescue mission. Even though Alex wanted to believe that his father Carlo would rescue him, he couldn't. He understood what kind of abilities Carlo had, compared to what the Shadow Mercenaries plus his grandfather had, Carlo wasn't there match.
