"It's just that seeing me here as free as a bird took away all your justification for what you went through? You really are a piece of garbage, are you, Heaven?"
Heaven's breath hitched, looking at Hera as tears slightly blurred her vision. She couldn't disagree with her. She truly was a piece of garbage. To protect herself, she would hurt others and use her pain as justification. She would shun the world and blame everyone for not giving her enough 'consideration.'
And Hera came in here to pop the bubble she was in.
"I get it," Hera nodded. "I understand your father raised you like a princess. He loved you and never laid a hand on you. He taught you the world is beautiful if only you look on the brighter side. Looking and expecting others to suffer isn't the brighter side, Heaven."
