Only after confirming that even the Hero would not care if a boulder came crashing down onto the crown of her head—and would, if anything, split the boulder in two with her skull—did Hawkeye lower his bow for a moment.
His mind was rapidly filling with the image of Crusher snatching the arrow out of the air.
“But… I still think risking your life just because you want to see someone is strange. Unless a Demon messed with your head, how could anyone think something that mentally deranged?”
“I genuinely don’t feel sorry saying this, but may I crack open the top of your skull just once?”
“No. I’d die.”
“Then why do you keep saying things that make me want to crack your skull open?”
Had he really come all the way here solely because of Crusher?
To the very center of the Demon Territory, where one wrong move could get him killed?
“Then why exactly do *you* throw your life away like it’s an old shoe? You said you came because you wanted to see someone, but the moment you think you might get in the way, you act like you’d be perfectly fine dying. If that isn’t mental illness, what is?”
But he did not consider this place dangerous.
Objectively speaking, it was not as though there were no threats at all, but still.
He was capable of long-range attacks,…