He couldn't let her go.
He couldn't choose between them.
For the first time in as long as he could remember, he—the man who always walked forward no matter what—stopped.
His feet refused to take the next step.
His path split before him, and both roads he held dear to him.
And that, Neo realized, was Vivienne's revenge.
She had no intentions of hurting him directly.
She wanted to force the Witch of Gluttony to see this hesitation in him.
That this was the result of her devotion for Neo.
"You can leave now," Vivienne said.
Neo didn't argue.
He wanted to leave.
His chest was still heavy from the weight of her words, and staying here any longer felt unbearable.
He turned without looking back and walked out of the castle.
Once outside, he stopped.
The sky stretched over him, calm and indifferent, as if it had no idea what had just happened.
He stared at it, trying to quiet the noise in his head.
Where should he go now?
