"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Miss… Miss Hera! I thought he was your friend!? Why… why is he doing this!? Is he really Darkday!?"
"Fuck! This is what I get for trusting that fucking genocidal maniac!"
If there was ever a time that Hera truly wanted to just be gone and far away, it was now. For some reason, however, her abilities were not teleporting her away from the danger she currently finds herself in.
And by danger, she meant Darkday — not Riley, but Darkday.
"What… what the fuck did I even do to deserve this!?" Hera could really only curse at herself as she continued to run as fast as she could — but for some reason, the fastest she could do so was not her fastest at all. Perhaps because in part that she was carrying Rose in her arms, or perhaps because of something different entirely.
Whatever the case was, she needed to run.