Tears
Namor could never, ever forget… the way Shuri called him at that moment.
It was like someone choking him from all directions, suffocating and dying as he watched…
Shuri gently lowers down two children as they stand three steps away from him…
The children face her, hiding their little faces in her chest, peeking back, looking at him with fear.
“Hey…” Shuri softly coos, turning them around to face a trembling Namor.
He trembles and trembles, mouth parting to take in a choked breath, wanting to scream—
Shuri pat them on the back, giving them courage, giving herself courage, pointing at Namor, and softly calls,
“Baba.”
Tears keep falling, whoever it belongs to.
“...Baba?”
“...Ba-ba…?”
It was the first time Namor heard their voices.
The children look back at their mother, unsure, but the fear in their eyes vanishes with every—
“Baba?” “Baba?”
It was tears of disbelief.
Shuri tucks out something from her pocket, guiding them—
“Yes, it’s Baba. Look…”
Namor drops down to his knees, crying his heart out in deafening silence.
It was tears of pain.
It was tears of hurt.
It was tears of regret.
It was tears of happiness.
It was tears of love.
It was tears of everything he had put her through.
It was tears of despite everything,
She decided to love him…
And their children.