I remember that time I met Alexandra M. Farrow. She was 11 years old, with wawy teal hair in a high ponytail and earrings shaping letter "M". I once heard her explaining they belonged to her aunt Mylene who passed away. She wasn't very rich, but she left everything she had to Lexi and her family. Lexi's mother was a secretary and her father was a politician. No one important, just another face on "Vote John Doe" posters, with a friendly face hiding secrets. Roger Farrow was an intelligent man. He was confident, a good leader, with traditional family values. He had a face you could trust, unless you witnessed him using those lips to lie to his wife or those eyes to check other woman's butts. Then he seemed less trustworthy. I guess calling him a hypocrite wouldn't be exaggerating. And he was a terrible father. Not one of those who abuse their daughters, one of those who give her a present a week after her 11th birthday congratulating her for turning 12. Cynthia wasn't as terrible, but she worked all the time and would always leave Lexi with her psycho grandma.
Well, if you judge by what she could become, "Mylexandra" didn't turn out as bad at all. Unless you compare her to actual sane non-sadistic normal people. When I heard she is joining the Vexos, being one of the first members, I was surprised. What I wasn't surprised she took her aunt's name. And finally got some nice clothes to match her earrings. But longer hair did fit her better, I had to admit. Now it was too short and those bangs were just horrible.
At first didn't understand why her and Shadow were brawling partners. Watching superficially, Shadow and her were completely different people, they seemed like polar opposites. But if you dig in deeper, they actually aren't that much different. They were both damaged and crazy in their on ways, with lack of sympathy and socially unacceptable behavior. They would fight, Shadow would get mad and then he would do what she told him. They were both weirdos in their own ways, except Shadow's way of being weird was, well... more annoying.
Mylene was able to act innocet and polite if she wanted to and seem almost... nice if she chose to but she preffered being a bitch. She liked being called mercilles and evil and heartless and cruel. That was the way she saw herself and other people confirming that only made her feel like she was right all along. And if it was any feeling that made her content... it was that feeling. She liked the Vexos. She liked guys like Shadow and Volt because she would feel superior over them. Even if the would sometimes protest, they would eventually listen to her.
Time jump to episode 48 (the scene when Mylene and Shadow hold Mira hostage)
"I realised I was being vain and foolish, just like you are now." The Phantom of Keith Clay said to Mylene, obviously angering her. She pointed her sword at him, still holding Mira who didn't dare to move. "Power. That's what you want, isn't it?" I interrupted her "I get it. You wanna be in charge. Sit on a throne with your legs crossed with all others below you. You want to make other people feel worthless because you don't think of yourself as worthy enough."
"Careful." Shadow Prove warned, like usual, because it was his job "Why? Not like you guys are actually going to hurt Mira. If you'd want that, you'd do that already. You'd do that long ago."
Some of the brawlers shot me looks, afraid I was going to anger Shadlene and that they're gonna do something to me. But I was willing to take this chance. I knew Mylene wasn't going to slit Mira's throat. "I don't get your point." Mylene said, tightening her grip on the sword, or lightsaber... or whatever that thing was.
"Exactly. I don't get it either. Tell me, what are you going to do once you get all that power? You don't even know what having power means. All you want is acceptance. You want all the people, who hated you and always will to think of you as and all-mighty mistress of all evil. But what is that gonna do to you? You're gonna lose all people who cared even slightly about you and stay forever alone on your golden chair covered in jewels, all by yourself."
Mylene was quiet, not knowing what to say. I knew she wasn't going to make her cry confessing all of her sins. But just the fact Mylene wasn't trying to silence me was saying something, because telling people to be quiet was 80% of all her speach.
"I don't care." she finally responded "In case you didn't notice, I never really had a lot of people who care. And I'm not saying that in a poor victim mode, that is simply a fact. I swore to myself I'll make something of my life. All I have, I earned it with my hard work and you're horribly wrong if you think you'll take that away for me. Do you even know how much it took for Zenoheld to notice me? To even validate I exist? And now I'm the best Aquos brawler in all the Vestal. I'm a part of Vestal's king's personal team. How is that not worth it? You're saying I should give it all up to be concerned for other people's feelings?" she said in a tone like she was making fun of what I said, almost mocking me.
"You're right. You have reached the top. And now tell me, did it bring you the satisfaction you craved? Did it get you anything but bitternes and blindness to the truth? Ironical enough, you think of yourself as a person not ruled by feelings, by emotion but your actions prove exact the opposite. You pointing your sword at Keith while still having Mira hostage was ruled by pure emotion. Anger is an emotion, Mylene. What bothers you are love, friendship and compassion, pure care for another human being. You aren't hateful. I get it now. Hate isn't the opposite of love, apathy is. I believe you now. You just don't care. Which means I'll have to find a way to make you."