Silas felt himself swallow as he listened to Amara as she explained the truth about what happened to him. Silas couldn't help how his mind wandered to that night where he thought Qetsiyah had murdered the only person he ever loved. Silas remembered the overwhelming sadness and the sudden loss of a beautiful shine that he would never see again. Silas hated himself. He blamed himself. Silas refused to take the cure for immortality because he wanted to spite Qetsiyah. He would never become human. He didn't want to give her the pleasure.
"She wanted me to take the cure. She wanted me human so that I could be with her. I didn't. I refused." And then came the intense misery, the two thousand years of complete loneliness. Silas had nothing but his thoughts for that entire time. He had tried, many times, to escape but no, nothing seemed to work. It was only when the cure was sought that Silas finally managed to escape.
"But she did break me," Silas confessed, his mind, his heart, it was broken and had been for so long. Even now, having Amara back, it only mended the pieces. Silas' heart wasn't fully healed and he didn't know if it could ever be. There was just too much on his mind right now. "I'm broken, Amara." Silas pulled away some, his eyes sad as he brought his hands to his face, then his hair, trying his best not to fall apart.