"Hera should be our priority, Moose. Think about it."
A moment of silence descended in the hall as Moose and Primo stared at each other. Neither of them talked because Primo allowed Moose to reconsider his suggestions. Although it was already in their plans, they couldn't stay idle in this place to recover.
Primo understood the essence of recovering to full health. Considering their small number, they had to step into war in their best state. However, doing nothing also meant the widening gap between their plan and their enemies.
"Are you in love with Heaven?" Moose asked out of pure curiosity. "She's married."
"Are you that shallow?" Primo scoffed. "Do you think I'm doing this because of such a reason? Come on. I used to be the boss, and I fuck everyone I want. It doesn't matter if she's an actress, a model, or even your typical convenience store cashier. I wouldn't even need to force myself — can you see this face?"
