“ you did that? ” you stare down at the monster’s carcass through mask of your helmet, a twinge of annoyance plucking at your heart strings. you were too late. what kind of hero shows up too late? for the briefest moment, rita’s words echo within your head: i see myself in you. ( maybe she’s right; maybe you’re not a hero, just like her. just like her. ) glance toward him breaks your train of thought, worries cast aside for now. “ what was it? ” / @ritegeous














