"You can go," Silas said, commanding Elena, his compulsion breaking. He had no need to control her but her friends? This town? Silas wasn't completely sure what he was going to do now that he had Amara back. The idea of revenge was alive in his mind. Did Elena not realize that it was Stefan who killed him back in Mystic Falls? Silas could remember it like it was yesterday only it wasn't. It didn't happen to him at all.
"We need to go somewhere - anywhere," Silas felt his hand come around Amara's, deciding to make his leave and take Amara somewhere away from tall buildings and any other heights in case his love's suicidal tendencies returned. Silas didn't know where he was actually heading to when they reached the bottom landing. He scanned some minds but nothing came out of it. Nobody was thinking of places - just their own selfish needs.
"I hate it here," Silas said, angry at the whole situation, at the dream that had brought him here in the first place. Why was this all so different? How did witches have this much power? If only Silas could find them - twist their minds - make them obey his command. Maybe then he could change things and take Amara somewhere far away.
"Are you feeling alright?" Silas asked, his concern back on the love of his life, glad that she was near him, that she was alive after being thought dead for so long. "I need to know how you're here. Tell me. I saw only bits and pieces. You're the only mind I don't want to control. Tell me how you survived."