I’ve been thinking about how everything that happened to Ava may, for another person, well have been like a villain origin story. She lost her mother at age seven, along with the feeling in most of her body. She was emotionally abused by those who were supposed to take care of her and is then murdered by that caretaker, before her body is once again used without her consent and she suddenly has not only life and full mobility, but superpowers. If Ava hadn’t been exactly who she is, she might well have let the loss and the abuse and her anger at those things consume her, may well have seen the world as a hostile place that never wanted her, and goddamn now she has the power to strike back at it for all it ever took from her.
But she never does. If trauma is a universal thing in the backstory of any villain, Ava has plenty of trauma to turn her in that direction. What protects Ava from that fate is that she loves. In spite of it all, Ava loves the world. Loves Diego, loves the books she got to sneak in, the articles, the world she glimpses through her television, she believes there is just something wonderful and marvelous out there, and when she gets a second chance at life, she tries her hardest to finally experience all that. She runs on the beach, she learns to swim, she makes new friends and falls in love. Her response to dying, rather than to let anger at what killed her consume her, was “what doesn’t kill you makes you more grateful to be alive.”
The difference between a hero and a villain is that the villain turns away from the world, the hero turns towards it. The hero loves the world. And Ava does. In spite of everything, Ava does.