When Veronica was mentioned, Constantine looked utterly indifferent, as though her death had meant nothing and he had long since forgotten her.
But when Deathstroke spoke Astra's name, Zha Kang could no longer smile. He lowered his head and trembled in pain.
Perhaps it was because she had only been fourteen when she died, had suffered years of abuse from her father, and Constantine had been the only person she trusted?
Back then, when he had not yet been so skilled at dealing with demons, Zha Kang had accidentally killed her. Veronica had died only a few days before that. Letting people down one after another could easily leave psychological scars, and from then on, Zha Kang developed a drinking problem.
If he did not drink himself into a stupor before falling asleep every night, he would see the scene of the little girl being torn apart by demons replaying over and over in his dreams, feeling the warmth of her intestines and heart smeared across his face.
"He seems deeply traumatized." Hermione tossed aside the rabbit skull she had finished eating and pulled out a sheet of paper to wipe her hands. "Professor, aren't you afraid he'll fly the house into a black hole and take us down with him?"
Cursing at your driver while riding in a taxi was not a good idea. Maybe while crossing a bridge, they would jerk the wheel and take all their passengers "on the road" with them.
"A black hole can't kill me. It wouldn't even count as a minor inconvenience." Su Ming smiled and rubbed his apprentice's head. "Besides, you underestimate our Hellblazer. Helping him recall the past will only make him more focused on the job. At the very least, it'll sober him up a little."
"Well, thank you so