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Eros' PoV

"What? What suffering?" She muttered in a low voice. "You don't know anything, Eros. I don't need you to tell me about my flaws like you did in the last meeting. Besides, how did that go for you? You had better watch your back and…" she continued to ramble on. I could see her trying to hide her trembling fingers.

"Shut up and let me finish." I snap at her talkativeness. She must be trying to get me angry so that I would stop. "I remember everything now, Hera. At least you tried your best." I smile sadly. "You didn't like the way we were going and the only thing you could do was cry. Hence your nickname."

Hera audibly swallowed. "I didn't do anything. Don't praise me for nothing.."

I raise my hands up to stop her. She has to forgive me for talking to her this way but, "You tried to and father nearly chipped your lips off. I saw it."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You-you saw?" She stuttered in confusion. "Is that why you threw my ice pack away and.." Her eyes glistened with u