Chapter 1004: A closeted masochist
"Can you... forgive me, Hera?"
Deborah gasped in horror, darting her eyes between Hera and Dragon. What was going on? She glanced at the men inside the same space, and they seemed they also have the same question as her.
What sort of turn of events was this?
Wasn’t Dragon ready to kill her? Even if he was bluffing, wasn’t this act a little too out of character?
Ever since Deborah started working for Dragon, she had never seen him vulnerable. Even when Hera was in a coma, he continued to navigate the treacherous waters of ambition and greed. He was unstoppable. It was the same for those who joined Dragon’s organization. Although the former members of the Reapers couldn’t say otherwise, the Reapers respected Dragon, and he had a good reputation among all the underbosses.
Not to mention, none of them saw vulnerability in him, even when Hera begged for another man’s life not long ago. But now, not only did Dragon look weak, but he also appeared... pitiful.
"Forgive you?" Hera repeated quietly, still keeping her head low. "Did you hear what you just said?"
"Can you not understand?" Dragon argued. "I did everything for you."
Dragon crawled on his knees until his hand reached her lap. "Every day, Hera, you wish it was your last. No matter how fiercely you fight for everyone, that wish always stays in your heart. Do you know how painful it was to watch you die even when you’re alive and healthy?"