â  you did that?  â  you stare down at the monsterâs carcass through mask of your helmet,  a twinge of annoyance plucking at your heart strings.  you were too late.  what kind of hero shows up too late?  for the briefest moment,  ritaâs words echo within your head:  i see myself in you.  (  maybe sheâs right;  maybe youâre not a hero,  just like her.  just like her.  )   glance toward him breaks your train of thought,  worries cast aside for now.   â  what was it?  â   /   @ritegeous















