"Who released this virus?"
"Why did I die so quickly?"
"And what role, exactly, did the Olympian gods play in this whole script?"
Constantine's eyelids were nearly shut, though his eyebrows were still raised with effort.
It was only when Shane voiced the third question that Constantine finally perked up a little.
"You actually suspect Olympus? No wonder you came to me to block the surveillance on you."
"Of course I suspect them."
Shane lowered his head and looked at his palm.
This god-made body—whether it had been rushed into production or simply designed this way—had skin that appeared to have clear palm lines, yet not a single pore could be seen.
"The speed at which they saved me was fundamentally about the same as the speed at which I died. Both caught me completely off guard."
Constantine nearly laughed out loud.
"Come on, brother. I never think about that sort of thing. Every time I accidentally die, some inexplicable person comes along and pulls me back. I never dwell on it. They're my savior."
"At first, I didn't want to suspect them either."
The muscles beside Shane's cheekbones twitched faintly.
"After all, Teacher Prince was the one who took me away at the critical moment."
After arriving on Earth, aside from Superman—regardless of which Superman—it was Wonder Woman whom Shane had interacted with the most. So instinctively, he had not allowed his suspicions to ferment.
Olympus's explanation had also been perfectly reasonable.
The Golden Apple represented divine power. The Goddess of Discord's source of power was her Divine Essence. And the Blessing of the Gods Shane had actively drawn upon represented the gods' recognition.
The three converged, turning him into a true Demigod.
What a logical combination. What a plausible coincidence.
"But Hercules reminded me of my current situation