The creature

Now the ball was thrown into their court, and it was their choice what to say right now to salvage the situation.

No one spoke for a while, and then finally, Lia opened her mouth and started talking.

"What is your goal?" she asked, her voice calm and composed. Silva heard the question and actually fell into thought.

He thought about her question on a deeper level. He asked himself, what was his goal? What was the reason he took up the blade?

He thought and pondered on it for a while, but he could not think of anything that was truly his goal.

If this question had been asked to him on a whim, he would have thrown out an answer like "to be the strongest," but that goal didn't make as much sense to him now as it did back then.

Were all his drives targeted at him just being the strongest? Was that all he lived for? The question rolled in his mind. He pondered and pondered, but he could not find an answer.