[FLASHBACK]
In the last hours before Hera's death, she was all alone. Her eyes were stuck on the windows on the side, watching the white flakes coat the lush green outside. She could hear voices outside the private ward, even faint cries, and muffled arguments. However, her countenance showed nothing but peace.
"Do not cry," she whispered as if that was enough to console the people outside. "It is my wish, so don't cry about it."
Her eyes blinked weakly, forcing a smile on her pale face. "I might have lost, but I will not go down easily."
Hera was dying and all the core members of the organization were already aware of it. However, unlike Bear, who reluctantly accepted and honored her decision, the rest were desperately looking for ways to prolong her life. If there was a way, Hera wouldn't mind living longer. But that wasn't the case.
Hera knew prolonging her life would only prolong her pain. Therefore, she decided.
