Silva let out a tired groan and leaned back into the chair.
"Alright, you have three minutes to round up," Silva said.
"Thank you. So the boy, now turned man, needed a way to find his love and follow his newfound dream of cooking.
But he lacked the resources to search for her, so he turned to the empire and his bosses for help."
"No, no, no," Silva interrupted him. Standing up and walking up to his face, Silva looked him dead in the eye and spoke.
"I know where this whole story is going, and I don't like it. You want to tell me now that the empire asked you to carry out jobs for them, and they would help you get her back?
What the hell do you mean that you didn't have the resources to chase after her? She was the love of your life, the person that offered you a way to live and have a life.
