Charisma wins wars. Leadership builds nations. And somehow insanity mixed with little chunks of psychopathic alien brings a group of people close enough to almost save the world.
He leads, they follow. No one questions the process. Does it matter that he's not even sure of his own name? That his life crumbled down around him as his town burned? That in his head, he hasn't even finished puberty? Can they see a messed up kid with messier hair when they look at him?
If they could, would they still be following?
Maybe it was easier to start that suicide mission if they could blame it on someone else. They call him a leader, but what is he really? A scapegoat? A figurehead?
No, he's their leader, truly. He leads, they follow, and no one questions the process. At least, not until he's in a Mako induced coma, head bobbing like buoy in a hurricane. Then they dump him like yesterday's slum rubbish and elect a new jester.
It doesn't matter who leads, not to them. They were all born followers, misguided, without direction. They need someone to tell them which way to point their large flashing weapons. They can't do it by themselves.
He was the one strong current which swept them together. It starts and ends with him. He knew Avalanche from the first reactor, he met the Cetra in her flower pit, he convinced the others that the intelligent beast could stay, he pummeled the brat in the forests near Gongaga, he decided to unlock the chest combination and discourse with a vampire, he accepted the cat-puppet into their merry band, and he signed the Captain on to their suicide mission as well. They all, unconsciously at first, looked to him for guidance.
How could they possibly know that he'd spent the last five years stewing in a mas scientist's Mako jar- hell, he didn't even know! How could they possibly realize how utterly fucked up he was, until he handed their biggest weapon to their biggest enemy?
But wait! One knew, at least that something was wrong. That childhood "friend". But she liked the new and improved man her leader was, didn't she? She was afraid of everything.
He leads, they follow. But he's so messed up that he's he's leading them straight to hell.
They go marching with war in their veins and righteous justification in their words. They are saving the Planet - didn't you know?
And he's a fucked sixteen year old kid too scared to piss himself.
He leads, they follow, straight on to oblivion. Selfishness and ignorance beckons with a Cheshire grin.