Some you can tell are using you, trying to get some power by kissing up. Like if they play right you can give them the power and authority they dream of.
It's the ones that you least suspect that hit the hardest, what was given never enough.
Heroes can easily turn to villains- more so if they've something to gain in playing and turning, get what's wanted from one and take the extended 'glory' from the other.
Does, and then sometimes you can't tell if you want revenge for the betrayal, or answers- maybe both.
[He sure as hell was going one-man-army for his own justice back home, throwing himself into revenge that just happened to throw him still on a side some could mistake for heroism in a narrow view. Wasn't a hero anymore, as far as he was concerned.
All of that died the day his entire world exploded- quite literally. What dragged itself from the rubble was someone else.
Was almost funny in a way, the sort of- wasn't relief, but a lightness that could come from any sort of understanding with how tightly he kept himself wound. How tired he was lately after allowing himself to not run around like a completely feral soldier.
A deep hurt could understand deep hurt.]
I'll keep it to myself, the same as you'll keep mine. A name can be more important than some think, more so when you don't feel like that person anymore. Yet... giving it can be grounding.
Only one other person here knows it otherwise for mine.
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It's the ones that you least suspect that hit the hardest, what was given never enough.
Heroes can easily turn to villains- more so if they've something to gain in playing and turning, get what's wanted from one and take the extended 'glory' from the other.
Does, and then sometimes you can't tell if you want revenge for the betrayal, or answers- maybe both.
[He sure as hell was going one-man-army for his own justice back home, throwing himself into revenge that just happened to throw him still on a side some could mistake for heroism in a narrow view. Wasn't a hero anymore, as far as he was concerned.
All of that died the day his entire world exploded- quite literally. What dragged itself from the rubble was someone else.
Was almost funny in a way, the sort of- wasn't relief, but a lightness that could come from any sort of understanding with how tightly he kept himself wound. How tired he was lately after allowing himself to not run around like a completely feral soldier.
A deep hurt could understand deep hurt.]
I'll keep it to myself, the same as you'll keep mine. A name can be more important than some think, more so when you don't feel like that person anymore. Yet... giving it can be grounding.
Only one other person here knows it otherwise for mine.
[Maybe two once Napoleon returned.]