[ WP ] A villian who thinks he 's a hero realizes he 's the villian . What is he thinking ?

I brought the wine back to the room, humming my favorite orchestra score under my breath. There she was, still huddled in the corner, probably still shell-shocked from her time in captivity. I pour us both a glass. `` I'm sorry it took so long to save you,'' I apologize. `` That plumber wo n't bother you again.'' 
 
 She's silent. She's shivering -- how can she be shivering? It's not cold here. There's lava and shit. She should be too hot, if anything. I debate telling her that she's too hot to be cold. I decide against it. 
 
 `` Are you alright?'' I ask. I sit down by her, offer her a glass. She nods frantically. I frown. Frantic nodding is not an activity humans usually engage in when they are alright. 
 
 I look at her more closely. She's scared. 
 
 She's scared of me. 
 
 I back away slowly. What? How -- I've never been -- what? I bump into a mirror. My reflection reminds me of what I try to forget. I am a monster. She sees me as a monster. In a rage, I sprint out of the room. I loved her! I thought... 
 
 But it does n't matter what I thought. The plumber's here, and there is no way in hell I am letting him take this castle.
