Hera scrubbed her hands over her face and looked at him from between her fingers. He was serious. He thought this was a good idea. That was almost funny. Insane. Hilarious. Depressing. "You're right, Zeus, I'm not the goddess I was." It was a warning, her eyes showed the danger he'd be in if he crossed her now. She was not willing to play the games she'd played before. She'd seen the women in the shelters, and had known their pain herself. She wasn't about to play those games. Ever again.
"You're not going to let me say no, though, are you?" she asked softly.