"Then why did you come here pretending to be a hero? There was no need for you to engage in battle with them."
I turned at Mother and smiled gently at her.
"People always need a hero to feel at ease; they want someone to ward off evil for them, so they can enjoy a quiet life, even though they won't do anything to help the so-called hero. Wasn't that what happened to you too, mother? Did anyone ever come to help you?"
She stayed silent after my question. The answer was quite obvious at this point, nobody did.
I moved near her and placed my hands below her cheeks.
"Even if you are recovering now, there is no need for you to be a hero again. I will carry that burden for you, Mother. But I sure won't be like you, I can never be like you."
Cause I am not the hero. I never can or never will be a hero.
My words somewhat melted her expression. It was reassuring for her.
