People always talk about them as if they are saints.
Heroes.
Men and women who pierce through all evil with their benevolence and courage, their valor and strength, and last but not least, their determination. They are carriers of light and upholders of justice and bow down to no one except the greater good. When catastrophes arrive and threaten the society, these heroes appear to face it. They stand together as one and risk their lives, so that we, the ordinary folk, can live to see the dawn of the next day.
Is this not the highest form of self-sacrifice?
Is this not what can be called a heroic act?
Right. That’s what I thought too, a long time ago, before I was shown the true face of mankind.
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“Mr. Marble. One last question.” the
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You’re asking me why I don't want to become one of those hypocrites?
HAHA, WHAT A JOKE!
YOU WANT ME TO BECOME A HERO!?!
'Calm down, Jonathan.'
I kept quiet and turned a deaf ear to my true thoughts. I put on a faint smile and lied straight up in their faces.
“My dream has always been to work with Mechas. From an early age I have always been fascinated by the sheer complexity each battle-suit contains.” I explained, still flipping the pen through my fingers, increasing the speed exponentially. “I love how every cog and every scrap of metal holds their own, little purpose, one which I must fulfill in order to make the most out of every suit’s potential.”
“Being a hero might hold more honor and riches, but I would trade all thousand times over for doing what I love yet another day.”
After hearing what I said, the black-clad interviewer seemed stunned. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and just stared at me blankly. He then turned to his college. Both of them nodded and turned to look at me nervously, their faces depicting a strange blend of happiness and surprise.
The black-clad one broke out into a shaky laughter. “Our company would love to have you here with us. Do you mind starting tomorrow, Mr