But this isn't about justice, isn't it?
You want revenge, you want them to pay hell for killing so many of your friends, colleagues, idols. Not such a righteous motive, but you always had more potential to be a villain anyways.
And you, you just want to prove that you can be the hero you always used to be, larger than life, ignorant of your own hubris. Maybe that legend would've been able to keep the last pillars of your world from crumbling.
Then there's you, who's desperate to throw yourself into anything that will distract you from your mother's betrayal. Not that your friends have noticed that hurt you're trying to hide, dismissing it all as eccentricity.
You, of course, have barely triumphed over your fear of being obsolete. New powers, new strength, new family, and confidence rising again like a phoenix from its ashes. Have you considered what the price to pay will one day be, or do you see you're losing the very people you're trying to protect?
And with you, a rupture of hurt and resentment that's been suppressed for years by loyalty, the very thing that's now setting it free. You've wondered so long what you could be on your own, without restrictions, pondering whether it'd really be betrayal. Does it even matter, if you're the only one willing to do what it takes to win this war?
Finally, we come to you, who pulled the strings to bring this alliance together and then stepped away. You, trying to repay a debt you thought you owed. Is it worth it, satiating your pride and your conscience, now that the world is on fire?
The Elite Force, a crystal tower primed with dynamite to blow sky high; the fuse is lit, no one's seeking cover, because the road to hell has always been paved with good intentions, but such truths were buried under a mountain of lies.
The children of Rodissius just want to watch the world burn. You, the Elite Force, will watch them burn too.
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[Kaz, Skylar Storm, Oliver, Bree Davenport, Chase Davenport, Donald Davenport]
