Villain Ch 1553. Ghost of The Past
He looked at Jordan. "But if you want to offer her something. Like therapy. Or whatever helps people with… trauma or mental health stuff… that would be good. That would be great, even. I just—" He hesitated. "I just don't think she'll take it."
Jordan's brow furrowed slightly, nodding slowly as if confirming something he'd already suspected.
"I've offered it," he said at last. "Quietly. I sent someone I trusted. A specialist." He paused. "She refused. Flat out. Said she was fine."
Allen scoffed, not even surprised. "Yeah. That sounds like her."
Jordan studied him for a long moment, then asked gently, "Do you think she needs it?"
Allen's lips parted, then closed again. He stared down at his own hands—hands that had built his gaming career, commanded monster armies, burned players to ash. But they still couldn't reach her. Not really.
