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they say that a hero has a heart forged from incredible steel and the spears of victors, that he knows no fear, no bounds to his character as he treads over whatever may stand in his way; that a hero is one who fights for justice, for the right of life, for a selfless cause that demands no time for him to look back at the very ideals he claims to purport               ——–BUT THAT’S NOT RIGHT what they should say is that a hero isn’t born great, rather that he works for it with every ounce of sincerity and perseverance that surges through his veins, with prejudice against his foes and allies alike to establish justice, gritting teeth and sweating through the extraordinary until he’s done, the war is won, and celebrates with the people he’s stood up for.       I DON’T KNOW WHERE THAT HERO IS