He supposed he hadn't wanted to think about it.
While they were at school there had been some element of stability. They were just kids, and all together - what could really happen? Even that attack in Freshman year, babyfication (not a real world, he knew) and all, wasn't that bad. But he knew the things that happened to people in the real world.
The others were so naïve in comparison, wide-eyed and eager. They clearly wanted to see what was out there in the wide, wide world. They thought that it was a shining future, glowing and white, with golden trimmings and brilliant positions. They thought they could save the world, single-handedly. But he knew.
He had a father who hadn't been able to deal with that supposedly shining world. A father who'd decided that it wasn't worth it to even fight for a chance to see that world. A father who had seen the grays and blacks in the vision and made a choice. A father who had added to the black.
He had no illusions about the world. But he wondered if that was his problem.
He wondered if having no illusions was what made his father turn. If perhaps when you saw that shining white vision, you went out and tried to make it so. If that was what made heroes.
The real world was waiting, and he would go out into it. He would go out into it and make some waves. After all, he'd always been one to make waves. Who cared if the vision was white, black, or purple as long as it stayed a vision? The job primarily just to keep the world running, and he supposed he'd have to just take it one thing at a time.
It was graduation day at Sky High School.
Let what would happen, happen. He was Warren Peace, and he wasn't just going to let things happen to him - he was going to make things happen.