Your name is Raimundo Pedrosa. You are angrier then you've ever been.
You understood why Fung did what he did, but you can't help but be upset. The fact that you didn't make Apprentice was bad enough, but Omi kept lording it over you.
All you could think of were the jeers you've heard throughout your life. Insults from schoolmates who made fun of you for being in a circus, hecklers during your acrobatic routines, even your older siblings at times. Your thoughts bore the sting of failure and the punishment of hindsight and the all encompassing agony of /not being good enough/ yet again.
So you gave up. You took the Golden Tiger Claws and left. That's all you are, right? A loser, a thief. A traitor, in a way. Dirtier scum than Spicer.
But, you know what? You actually felt... Good. More powerful than ever before, somehow. You'd betrayed your friends, albeit indirectly, and you feel great. So when Wuya found you to make a deal, you took it, without a second thought. After all, Wind changed direction all the time.
Your name is Raimundo Pedrosa and you just joined the Heylin. You've honestly never felt better.
Your name is Raimundo Pedrosa, and you've never been so lonely in your entire life.
You knew why, of course. Contrary to popular belief, you're actually smart. Unlike your former friends, you noticed how during the Showdown of the Reversing Mirror you were wearing regular clothes, rather than the Xiaolin uniform. You guessed that they didn't really care.
With how insensitive the others were being, this only cemented your decisions. You were actually shocked when you figured it out.
You hated them. Your former best friends in the world, and you hated them. Despite that, you wanted to like them again. But you couldn't stop. You kept noticing every single thing they did to you, whenever you attempted nostalgia in order to shed the hate.
They ignored you, insulted you, and never really trusted you as much as they trusted each other. Sure, you pranked them, but all of it was harmless and they always laughed afterwards. There was that one time Kimiko had that control issue where you didn't help at all, but you knew that she would succeed. No matter what, you were confident in them.
You know you should feel happy when Omi mistook your intentions, a sign he trusted you, but honestly? All you felt was bitter satisfaction at the naive look of utter betrayal when he realized that maybe, just maybe, you actually did go evil. You had laughed. You loved the feeling it gave you.
Now though, now there was no one to talk to outside of the lamesauce constructs Wuya gave you to hang out with. Admittedly, you think she's kinda nuts for thinking that moronic stone golems who didn't even think would be fun, but you'll allow for some leeway for now. After all, she's taking over the world in a day, that's pretty time consuming, right? You only just got the order to hunt down your old friends. You hope they get hurt.
Your name is Raimundo Pedrosa, and you might have just gone insane.
