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Recharge And Revolt
A/N: My view on the founding of the Equalists. Set after the rally. May contain spoilers for those who have not seen the season finale.
He knew, had always known, that they would believe. Those with dominant traits would carry the world upon their shoulders, the rest of the weakening populace to follow, needing something, someone, to believe in.
There was no guilt in knowing he was a fraud, winning their trust through a tale he could only wish to be true. A family, the one he had known, being far better. Not just a mother, but a father, capable of a pure compasion rather than cruelty and mistrust. A brother who had the courage to live, to fight, rather than hiding his face like a coward. Had a choice been granted him by the Spirits, the consequences of each laid bare before him, he'd have asked for them to die. For an end to be put to that mournful part of his existence.
The Equalists, his beloved Revolution, would not be for the reasons his father would have wanted. It all went so much further than just the Avatar.
As a boy, a runaway, determined to live out the rest of his life far away from home, he had seen the horrors that came of sharing the world with true monsters, benders or not. They manipulated one another for earthly possessions. For money, land, authority, things that would not last on the next plane. The strong, often the benders, would betray trust, murder and pillage for the sake of selfishness.
He had seen them, children, with little more than a sack of coin to buy their bread at market. Robbed, taken by flame, himself as the sole witness. And still, with what power held in his hands, he'd done nothing.
With only one to hold the power, to decide when or if it should be used, there would be no hatred, no war, no senseless death. The world would be equal.
Unlike the vengeful dream of his father, his cause would be pure.