And Bonnie thought that it couldn't get much worse. The fact that she was sitting on a bench in the middle of the day contemplating her life only to have Silas show up and rub it in just a little bit more. He was right but that didn't mean that Bonnie had to listen to it. She didn't want to. And she didn't want to be anywhere near Silas. Five seconds ago, Bonnie thought that she was off his radar and deep down, Bonnie feared him. She feared him even more now that she didn't have magic. The fact that she led him to believe that she would save him, only to let him go into the darkness never to be heard from again after he helped her ... she moved to get up, but he told her not to and she sat back down slowly, her eyes on him.
She couldn't get up now. Whatever Silas wanted her to do, she had no choice but to do it and that was even if she did have her magic. There was really nothing to defeat Silas. If there was, it would have been done by now.
"I think we're long past that," Bonnie said, rolling her eyes as she looked ahead. "What do you want?"
There was nothing that Bonnie could offer him. She couldn't do anything and right now, the last thing she wanted to do was to even be entertained by him. After what he did to Caroline and Stefan and even Damon - the idea that Silas would back off now that he had Amara had long since passed. There was nothing that would stand in Silas' way in order for him to get what he wanted.
But what did he want? That was the question and there seemed to be more questions than answers when it came to the immortal.