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A Diagnosis
Hero had been suspiciously absent that evening, so when stirring up trouble didn’t summon the city’s protector, Villain went looking.
He found them on the edge of town sitting on a rooftop, legs dangling lazily over the side of the building. Villain scaled the fire escape quietly, but made his footsteps sound as he crossed the roof. The hero didn’t turn as he approached, instead staying hunched and gazing out at the horizon. The sky was aglow with a fiery orange, and slowly, one by one the lights of the urban central started to flicker on.
“Good evening, Villain,” Hero greeted in a somber tone.
Villain froze. Hero’s voice was never soft.
“What’s wrong?”
Hero sighed.
“Nothing. I just…found something out, today.”
“Something…bad?” Villain walked forward slowly, taking a seat on the ledge next to Hero.
Hero just shrugged, eyes still focused on the city skyline.
“But you feel bad about it,” Villain guessed carefully.
“No, no,” Hero shook their head vehemently, shooting Villain a quick glance so he knew they meant it.
“Just…relieved mostly. Which probably sounds weird.”
Some tension drained from their shoulders, and they leaned back onto their hands.
“I already knew, really.”
Villain hummed in acknowledgement and let the hero continue uninterrupted.
“It’s just…hearing somebody else say it makes it feel real, I guess.”
Villain simply nodded, letting the comfortable silence sit. He joined them in watching the sky turn.
Eventually, Hero spoke wistfully, “All that time struggling, wondering.”
Villain suddenly suspected they weren’t, in fact, looking at the setting sun, but perhaps into the past. For them, twilight was a time machine, the destination known only to the hero.
The nemeses continued to sit side by side, and the sky cycled through sherbet to lavender then periwinkle before night truly descended.
“Well, I’m glad you have an answer.”
Villain stood and brushed off his pants.
“So am I.”
Villain walked back and disappeared into the darkness, leaving Hero alone to process in the silence of the night.
A Diagnosis
Hero had been suspiciously absent that evening, so when stirring up trouble didn’t summon the city’s protector, Villain went looking.
He found them on the edge of town sitting on a rooftop, legs dangling lazily over the side of the building. Villain scaled the fire escape quietly, but made his footsteps sound as he crossed the roof. The hero didn’t turn as he approached, instead staying hunched and gazing out at the horizon. The sky was aglow with a fiery orange, and slowly, one by one the lights of the urban central started to flicker on.
“Good evening, Villain,” Hero greeted in a somber tone.
Villain froze. Hero’s voice was never soft.
“What’s wrong?”
Hero sighed.
“Nothing. I just…found something out, today.”
“Something…bad?” Villain walked forward slowly, taking a seat on the ledge next to Hero.
Hero just shrugged, eyes still focused on the city skyline.
“But you feel bad about it,” Villain guessed carefully.
“No, no,” Hero shook their head vehemently, shooting Villain a quick glance so he knew they meant it.
“Just…relieved mostly. Which probably sounds weird.”
Some tension drained from their shoulders, and they leaned back onto their hands.
“I already knew, really.”
Villain hummed in acknowledgement and let the hero continue uninterrupted.
“It’s just…hearing somebody else say it makes it feel real, I guess.”
Villain simply nodded, letting the comfortable silence sit. He joined them in watching the sky turn.
Eventually, Hero spoke wistfully, “All that time struggling, wondering.”
Villain suddenly suspected they weren’t, in fact, looking at the setting sun, but perhaps into the past. For them, twilight was a time machine, the destination known only to the hero.
The nemeses continued to sit side by side, and the sky cycled through sherbet to lavender then periwinkle before night truly descended.
“Well, I’m glad you have an answer.”
Villain stood and brushed off his pants.
“So am I.”
Villain walked back and disappeared into the darkness, leaving Hero alone to process in the silence of the night.
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