The violent traits Deathstroke had shown him—including the ability to walk away unharmed from a terrifying explosion, offend people all over the world who should never have been offended, be hunted across half the globe without a scratch, and handle an encirclement by dozens of men and dozens of guns with ease—all of it had been treated by Schiller as a kind of insurance policy.
Deathstroke knew perfectly well that even for the man in front of him, a scene like today's was absolutely not routine. It could even be said that before he arrived, Schiller had been doing his best to avoid this situation.
But after discovering Deathstroke could stop him, Schiller stopped spending too much effort on that front. Perhaps for Schiller, that was a good thing, because indulging himself was far simpler than restraining himself. For Deathstroke, however, it was a bit like having a discus fall out of the sky and land on his head.
Schiller had very politely given Deathstroke a hint, and Deathstroke was unwilling to admit that his immensely promising brain had failed to fully grasp the mystery behind it. So he could only pinch his nose and accept it, and he could not even complain. Because if he had chosen to leave while they were at sea, Schiller simply would not have let himself lose control, Egypt would not have been in any danger, and he could have completed his own mission.
But because he had not taken those words seriously, and had failed to grab the only rope in the whirlpool at the right moment, he now found himself completely unable to climb out.
The destruction brought about by Schiller losing control was astonishing. Not only had it injured Deathstroke, it also meant he could not leave at a time like