"I want to love you, Frank. Just as much as you love me, or maybe more than that. So, don't ask me just to recover. It's not enough. You should demand more. Will you?"
"Frank, please take care of yourself. I know you're doing this for our future, but do not forget to take care of your well-being. I'm still not fully recovered to take care of you if you get sick."
"I don't like taking too much medicine, but after thinking about it, if I truly want to get better, then I should stop complaining."
"I trust you, so okay."
"Goodnight, Frank."
Hera's words tonight kept rewinding in Dragon's head, even when he left her in her room. Sitting behind the desk under the dim lights, he had his elbow propped on the armrest, rubbing his fingers against each other. His eyes were fixed on a pill in front of him, underneath the warm glow of a desk lamp.
