#kwkm

Revenge is wrong, it's meaningless, it's a waste of your life.  I'm sure a lot of people think that way--They'd look at me and my goals and think I'm pathetic. But I'm going to do it anyway. And if somebody asked me why...Well, it's obvious to me.  I'm doing this because...I want to.  I won't stop until I get what I want--Until I feel like this is over.  Screw those self-righteous idiots, fighting for the masses, playing heroes and villains.  We aren't even in the same story.  For me this all comes down to one thing--my ego. There's a kind of justice to my revenge, though.  Justice for me--not anyone else.

'Heroes, are we?' The word didn't sit right with her.  Get called a hero, and it's like you have no choice but to work up some bravery and go off to fight evil.  But she didn't feel very heroic

This was hell--a hell that I'd created.  I'd done something terrible.  This was the absolute opposite of kindness. Tears welled up inside of me. "What am I doing?" The hideous reality of what I was doing hit me all at once and... "There's nothing." I felt... empty.  Emotionless.  Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I just stood there, totally numb. 'Why am I crying?' 'Did somebody poison me' 'Has my conscience been put to sleep?' 'Is my good judgement paralyzed?' I couldn't think.  That scared me more than anything.

Isn't this the part of the story where somebody sweeps in and saves me at the last moment?  Some super strong hero who's still alive down here should be coming to my rescue--a real warrior living in these caves in secret. Of course not. I tried my best.  I did everything I could, didn't I?  If this were a manga, I'd be one of the characters that dies in the prologue.