tragic hero, but they survive.
tragic hero, but they live. they live, but they never get to Be. they’re the folk hero, the savior, the one who is always expected to save the day. they don’t die, but they don’t truly exist outside of the dutiful, renown hero, so they don’t live beyond their deeds.
surviving, but existence only being what others want or need, saving everyone else all the time? it feels like a form of tragedy to me.











