"Seems that we don't even have to compel you considering how obedient you have become."
When the man said those words, they had already left the dungeon and as she saw Deimos being dragged across the floor, she couldn't bear it and slowly bent down to support him by his shoulders. He wasn't a heavy man but regardless, the weight dragged her down momentarily. It didn't help that she couldn't see and no matter how many times she rubbed her eyes, she felt that her vision was wavering more and more with every passing minute.
"What's wrong, ugh, with your eyes?"
When Deimos asked that question, she lifted her head and showed him a sheepish smile.
"I don't know, I can't see clearly..." She blinked a few times as if hoping the world would return to normal. It didn't. Everything remained blurred around the edges. "The young master you mentioned, why does he hate Hades so much?" she asked since she knew almost nothing about the man.
