Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

The cold cement floor pressed against Quinn's only remaining head, bringing him ever closer to reason.

The intense pain, the near-collapse of rage and hatred that had just been felt were rapidly fading away under the gentle yet powerful effects of the Starlight Potion.

The special medicine, capable of calming the rage of a superhuman, gradually smoothed out his distorted mind, forcibly pulling him back from his insane obsession with revenge, and bringing him into a state of extreme clarity and calm.

At this moment, Quinn was left with only a lonely head lying on the ground, his body completely destroyed, and he had completely lost all ability to resist.

He slightly raised his eyelids, his cloudy and tired gaze fixed firmly on the figure standing in front of him.

"Peggy Carter?"

A bitter smile slowly crept up his face, carrying endless sighs and self-mockery.

Yes, in the past, his mind was completely warped by the violence and trauma left by the war.

As the elder brother, he never showed his younger brother any warmth, but instead bullied and mistreated him day after day.

He relentlessly focused on his younger brother's effeminate and submissive personality, mocking him as a weak sissy and saying he had tarnished the family name and was unworthy of the family's glory...

At this moment, Quinn, who possesses the ability to see through human nature using spores, can see that the soldier girl has not only changed in appearance, but also in her heart!

From Benjamin Hargrove to Peggy Carter...

She would make this choice...

Lying on the ground, Quinn's face showed sadness; it was all his fault...

Upon realizing this, Quinn, regaining his senses, felt a strong sense of bitterness and regret overwhelm him, making it hard for him to breathe.

In the empty ruins, Quinn's hoarse and broken voice, carrying the weariness of a life weathered by time and a deep sense of guilt, echoed softly.

"I'm so sorry, little brother, about... everything from the past."

His eyes were slightly lowered, filled with endless loneliness. Every word he spoke was heavy, a belated confession.

"The aftereffects of the war completely ruined me..."

I am filled with resentment and violence, and I no longer understand what warmth or family is.

Facing you, all I can do is endlessly beat and verbally abuse you, and I can't think of any other way to be a brother to you. I can't find any other way to get along with you...

"I know you hate me, you hate me to the core."

Quinn completely relaxed all his tense nerves, no longer struggling, no longer resisting death, his eyes filled with only a deathly calm.

"Now that things have come to this, it's a matter of the victor taking all the credit, I have nothing to say. Just do it quickly, give me a quick death..."

In his mind, the brotherhood between the two had completely broken down decades ago, shattering beyond repair.

In the past, when he "died" in experiments, the other party never asked for his remains or had any intention of taking his body back to the family cemetery.

Now, the female soldier with powerful abilities might only want to hear his apology, or insult him and vent her past resentments.

Death was his only destination, and the final compensation he could offer.

But seeing his calm acceptance of death, the female soldier standing in front of him gently shook her head.

The evening breeze ruffled her neatly styled hair, and her eyes, devoid of their previous murderous intent, became clear and complex, showing neither extreme hatred nor relief.

The voice, carrying complex emotions, was clear and heavy, and sounded particularly distinct in the silent ruins.

"You're right, Quinn, I hate you..."

"But I also owe you."

She paused, her gaze falling on the lonely head before her, concealing the turbulent emotions in her eyes, and said earnestly, word by word:

"Your glory, your illustrious achievements, all your honor and splendor have been taken away, replaced, and possessed by me."

I climbed to my position by stepping over your past, and I walk on the cloak of your glory. For this... I owe you.

After a moment of silence, the soldier girl pulled out an old man's mask from somewhere.

He solemnly handed the mask to the other person and said:

"This mask is what I wore when I was a Soldier Boy. Except for a few people, no one knows the face behind the mask."

It embodies everything that the identity of "soldier boy" possesses.

Now, I want to return it to you.

I want to return all the honors that rightfully belong to you to you…

"elder brother."

As the last two words fell softly, a century of estrangement and separation dissolved...

Quinn's mind suddenly trembled violently, and the emotions in his chest surged like a raging storm, unable to subside for a long time.

Glory, achievements, everything from the past...

In the despairing years when he was swallowed by experiments, plunged into endless darkness, and languished in solitude underground for decades, this glory that belonged to him was the only thing that sustained him through the darkness and prevented him from being annihilated. It was the only remaining obsession and thought in his broken life.

And now, this glory is being returned to him by the person before him, the one who hates him in his heart…

Quinn remained silent, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, a turbulent interplay of feelings.

A moment later, a slender, resilient, bluish-green vine quietly gathered and spread from the edge of his remaining head.

Steadily roll up the "Old Eight Mask" and slowly take it from me.

At that moment, a myriad of complex emotions flashed across his eyes: relief, liberation, guilt, bitterness, helplessness...

In the end, everything settled down, turning into a long silence. Obsession, resentment, and unwillingness all vanished in that moment.

Seeing his prolonged silence, a hint of unease flashed in the soldier girl's eyes, and she softly asked:

"What's wrong, Quinn? You... don't want to accept my apology in this way?"

After a moment of silence, Quinn suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter carrying a sense of relief.

"Heh...no."

I just wanted to say, can we try a different approach?

I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to say... this mask, it's really ugly.

"Ugly? How is it ugly! This used to be my favorite mask!"

As soon as their banter ended, the tense atmosphere between them vanished instantly.

With Quinn officially accepting the mask, the brotherly feud spanning an entire century and the entangled love and hate between two generations vanished completely at this moment, wiped clean.

This is a reconciliation a century overdue, and a return to one's rightful place after years of separation...

……

Having regained his senses, Quinn declared: "You damned bastards, for stealing my glory, for not collecting my remains, and for trapping me underground for decades, I forgive you...!"

Female soldier: You're so passionate, brother!