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but these words people threw around—humans, monsters, heroes, villains—to victor it was all just a matter of semantics. someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them.

Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.

There are no good men in this game.

“If Eli really was a hero, and Victor meant to stop him, did that make him a villain? He took a long sip of his drink, tipped his head back against the couch, and decided he could live with that.”

“You asked me if I ever wanted to believe in something. I do. I want to believe in this. I want to believe that there’s more.” Victor sloshed a touch of whiskey over the edge of his glass. “That we could be more. Hell, we could be heroes.”

I imagine them living in lighthouse somewhere, one surrounded with grass instead of sand so it won’t get in Victor’s shoes.

You must make time for that which matters, for that which defines you: your passion, your progress, your pen. Take it up, and write your own story.