consider, if you will, a man stretched thin. his last relationship ended bitterly, for his partner became distant and came home smelling of someone else. he tried to make things work, but his partner kept going back. kept disappearing at night and refusing to talk about where he went. so things end.
a year passes, and the man has a job in a government hospital. he helps with post-op patients. he’s in a relationship with someone new, someone doting and kind and lovely, and he’s happy. he’s almost forgotten the acrid taste of waking up to a cold bed.
and then his ex appears in custody, outfitted with superhuman hardware that has sapped him dry. and this man realizes that his ex did not cheat. not really. not unless you consider blowing someone off for illicit activity cheating.
he’s confused, on edge, and his world is breaking apart at the seams. he goes home, anxious for his lover’s sweet embrace--
--only to find that she, too, is a vigilante.
consider this man. know the irony of his pain, and the cruelty of his ignorance. consider him.
