No Regrets

Situational Awareness

When you started a revolution, you wanted everything to fall to its' place. But there were always some pieces of work that he could hardly control at any given time, even though he would need to deal with them sooner rather than later.

He would deny it if Raymond & Co. asked, but one of those works would be Sylvia Weis, his own daughter.

Despite sharing blood, he could not say he did his job as her father, a parental figure, or a loving person in her life. He was barely an acquaintance or roommate who happened to share her house, indulged her nagging, and sometimes shooed her and her rebellious-generating-headache out with money. Well, Sylvia was someone he saw a few times a week out of necessity to keep his face rather than desire.

He did not even try. He was there when she was conceived, and that was not even his personal idea.

So, he recognized that immediately, when her desperate attempt to gain his attention turned into jabs to hurt him, he indulged them as always. She is an opportunistic and egoistic person who lies with her sweet face and lies to herself, too. That was how this revolution happened: because that girl saw a chance to drill a hole into his life, and she picked up an idea to be her weapon against her oppressor. This made partnership with her extremely hard - her enemy number one would always be him, not the system nor the unnecessary deaths of people surrounding her.

He knew he had to deal with Sylvia sooner rather than later. She was a wild card, a loose cannon, but also a powerful force. Her influence among the people, especially in New Dayton, was undeniable. If he could somehow curb her edge and harness her charisma, she could be the face of this revolution. But that was easier said than done. He didn't want her on the other side because she would be hell-bent on trying to kick his head down the road.

The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth as he and Jaegar strolled out of Freddrick's mansion. Of course, Sylvia had to start looking around the circle for social non-conformed time millionaires trying to gain a sympathizer for her cause. Philippe lowered his head and pulled down his hoody, trying not to be recognized, but that shark had to be able to follow his blood. Will Salas, her constant minion, stopped the car, and both of them went out. Philippe did not want to make a scene and attract the Keeper; he stilled and braced for impact.

Sylvia's voice cut through the air like a knife. "Well, well, look who's here. The ghost of New Greenwich himself."

"Just don't say my full name; you know the Keeper's rule. Or that would be patricide." Philippe cooed; well, to be damn, he had to have her on his side right now.

"Trying to sneak around, Father?" Sylvia spat the last word with venom. "What are you plotting now with 50000 years on your head? Half of New Greenwich happened to curse your name, too."

Philippe sighed and raised his head. "Sylvia, this isn't the time or place for this."

"Not the time?" Will interjected. "You disappeared, and now you're here, sneaking around New Greenwich? What's your game?"

"Revolution, of course." He coldly stated. "Finished what you started without knowing anything about what you were fighting. That is why we should move to a different place to talk, not to say this thing out in the open." He glanced at the pounding step of the Keeper Machine.

Sylvia's eyes narrowed, probably already heard some stories or witnessed their abilities, and she nodded. "Fine. Lead the way."

So, Philippe led them down to the Los Angeles underground metro again. It is a good thing from the past, New Greenwich being Downtown LA having its metro. Sylvia and Will Salas, never seeing the complex, could not understand or comprehend the system.