Helena's weak, wobbling head turned. She was barely clinging to the edges of her sanity, and the agony of her cauterized shoulder was still burning in pain from the aftermath.
She looked at Chronos, who was reacting to the Zerg's actions strangely. She followed Keres's forelimb, watching where that jagged edge was tapping.
Helena saw Chronos's mouth fold at the corners. He looked like he was agonizing over something more precious than his own life.
Chronos was holding his breath, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw muscles visibly tightened. But he was also consciously regulating every muscle back to normal after every known change.
Seeing him make an extra effort to maintain his indifferent expression, Helena felt like there was something that no one should know, at least not at this moment, and Chronos was desperately hiding it from everyone.
Helena took one long moment to stare at Chronos.
Then, her eyes suddenly widened.
The puzzle pieces clicked into place.
