Balance and Scales.
Philip was one thing Nemesis was really, very proud of. He didn't know about who she was, of course, and that was a good thing for the both of them. She saw the way he watched, anyway, the way he balanced the good and the bad.
Nemesis was the goddess of revenge, yes, but not just that—she was the goddess of balance, too, and Philip got a lot of that part of her.
He went to college, got an education, helped people. He restored a little bit of balance to the teeny corner of London he worked in. Oh, he had flaws, and plenty of them, which Nemesis could say without guilt because she didn't raise him and she didn't have a lot of maternal feelings.
When he made a mistake and got punished for it, like when his wife left him or when he lost his job, he took at and understood the scales had been righted.
But most days, Philip Anderson returned to his apartment feeling accomplished, if frustrated. Until the day when the bad completely won over the good with no chance of return, Anderson would work to fix the scales.
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