Here's an interesting question that I've thought about myself... Through twists of fate, certain personality traits winning out over the others, or simply bad luck, you are now no longer a hero, but a villain. What kind of villain would you be?
If I was a villain? The kind that doesn’t know it, which is all of them. Everyone believes they’re wearing the white hats until something happens to make them reconsider. I’m fairly prone to examination to prevent that sort of shit from happening to me, but to say I would never be a villain is the kind of flawed thinking that turns people into the unsuspecting villains in someone’s story.
I know what my vices are. I know what I’d be like if I let them ovveride my personality. Wrath, Gluttony, Lust…I suppose I’d be prone to snapping if I didn’t get what I wanted, and wallow in in either that anger or the satisfaction that comes with getting what I want. I’d abandon what I value in community and favor of the one and only me.
Then there’s the version of me that decides to take action on what I believe to be evil. Certainly I don’t decide this flippantly, as history and consequences of Fascism’s presence in the world tells me the nature of the people who believe in it. It would be viscerally satisfying to just take up my Sledgehammer and go to town. Part of me thinks it’d be a service to the world, and that’s what makes it so dangerous, because I think I’m wearing a white hat while declaring people should die. And on that path only suffering waits.
So, what kind of villain would I be? I don’t know. I only know what parts of my character, if let wild or done without consideration of others or consequences would be dangerous and selfserving. So I don’t listen to those parts of me and move one. What else can I do?
