Canaria Medical Center

[SoF]

Why's she alive?... Why is she alive AND here?! How could Sam let her go? You granny... those legs may not be showing the truth, you are really getting old. These were Sol's thoughts as he left the scene.

He walked away. The sun was shining on his face, everytime he inhaled the air and the cardamine inside the cardi breather, it was making weird noises, now even louder because he was a bit nervous and annoyed.

He reminisced the time he first got Anna in Cortez, his first failed attempt at capturing her... Then in Coronado a second one, Sava jumped on Anna when she least expected it, yet she could run away again... Third time, Sol watched Zaza and Anna fight for hours without defining a victor, was funny at first, then boring as hell. Fourth time though... Sol caught Anna by her shoulder in Barrier Gate... Samantha appeared with her clean dress, what an annoying sight it was. The smoke, a strecthed chain, and a life fading away slowly... Jake was gone that day. That was the order all along; take one down, keep the other one alive for a public execution. But she's alive... How could this happen?

Memories of his slave past, fat pigs were barking orders and he was "executing" them. This thought angered him more... Then he remembered what Anna said... about slavers... She was not doing something bad... she was shooting the slavers... The same thing Sol did a few weeks ago... That time Sol agreed with her, still was out to destroy her despite that.

Sol felt shame even though he didn't want to recognise it. How many did he kill because he was ordered to, without even questioning them? What about Seth, the one he considered his own brother... he even killed him. And for what, to leave his masters one day like this? Sol knew that he couldn't hide behind this excuse... "being a slave, following orders"... His life had no meaning anyways, he could die and save hundreds before... but it was too late they were already dead.

Now however, Sol had a purpose to live, he couldn't erase his mistakes, but his people in Malta, the slaves... he would live to make sure that they don't have to be forced on to the same mistakes.

Yeah right, Sol thought... I can't even free myself... How can I free my people?... I am useless. Soon I will die, having lived a miserable life, commited hundreds of evil deeds... Or I will live as a slave to cardamine, commiting even more of them, stealing, killing.

Sol didn't realize that he walked back to the park he saw the flower girl... The park was beautiful, a small pond was in the center of the park, exotic, funny looking animals were swimming and bathing, a few people were crossing the wooden bridge on the pond. All kinds of flowers and plants decorated the park, long, lush trees in all colors blocked the sunlight which was shining in all it's glory. Everyone seemed happy, except Sol who sat on the very same bench as before. He didn't realize the beauty of this place, contrasting everything around him with his dark and gloomy appearence. The birds stopped singing as he sat there consuming himself with depressed thoughts.