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『 Chapter 18 』

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Chapter 18

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There comes a time in everyone's life when they do something wrong.

Wrong is a word with a definition too loose, too lax, too disconnected from the truth of what wrong really is—or what it really means. If someone is doing something wrong, then it should be apparent to everyone else, no? Sadly, it does not work like this. Values and morals range from soul to soul, each with their own reason.

Sometimes the ideals of right and wrong are set up through parenting. Indoctrinated into the minds of children who are so influenceable, it seems almost unfair to those sweet, innocent youth. Other times, morality is shaped through religion. Which, again, is, most likely, pushed onto a child from their parents at a young age. This is not bad, per se, but it is quite questionable.

So, when a child does something wrong, the world expects them to learn from their mistakes and do better in the future. This is a reasonable assumption. It's simple things, usually. Don't hit your siblings. Do your homework. Treat others with respect. Don't be lazy. Have good manners. These things make sense, correct? Well, let's look at some other statements.

Being a hero is good.

Makes sense.

Being a villain is bad.

It's in the name.

UA is a safe school for students.

With its reputation, how could it not be?

Forcing heroism on children is acceptable.

That's just how the world is now.

Taking away your friend's dream for the sake of your own is okay.

Well...that one not so much.

Society has pushed the ideal that putting others before oneself is what would, and should, happen. This, my dear friend, is stupid. Dumb. Senseless. Naïve. Inane. Absurd. Mindless. Harebrained. Asinine. Sometimes, society is wrong. But, alas, society is truly, and disgustingly, stubborn. It won't change, even if one tries to force it. Like a stick burrowed so deep in the mud that it has been tarnished for as long as it should continue to exist.

To put another first is to jump on ones own sword, it is to throw oneself off a cliff that the other was not falling down, it is to become someone that one has betrayed but is now avenging. Wistfully, this is what has been expected for all law-abiding-citizens. But it's alright, this tragedy is avoidable—but not without its consequences.

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