Looking away, Hera closed her eyes a moment. His words affected her, more deeply than she wanted, much less wanted to admit. His mention of their honeymoon tore at her heart. It had been a period of bliss. For her, and she had thought for him, too. It had lasted a full three human centuries, and for that time she'd thought... well, she thought she'd been right to wed him. It was a notion their return to the normal life on Olympus had quickly disabused her of.
She let some of those moments play out once more in her mind, let them flicker through her memories and remind her why she could love Zeus, why she couldn't help but love him, but she should never, ever trust him. Ever. Or let him back into her heart.
"Did you know that on average, an abused woman actually has to leave her abuser seven times before she really leaves him for good? Seven. That once the abuse starts, there's an equal chance for her to make it out in a body bag as there is to make it out alive with her self and her sanity intact? I'm sure there are plenty of people who question my sanity, both now and back then, and it took me more than seven times, but..." she shrugged. "I don't want to find out if you could kill me now that I'm no longer what I was. I certainly don't fancy being chained to the clouds, and I will never, ever let anyone, man or god, beat me again. Ever."