[ TT ] You are a superhero , and you just fought and killed your strongest nemesis after a grueling battle that destroyed most of the city and surrounding regions . You are left at the edge of death , then the villain 's child walks up to you , tears streaming down their face .

I started regretting it the moment his body hit the ground. 
 
 It was n't like I would n't do it again, I would, but now what do I do with myself? 
 
 `` You look pitiful.'' 
 
 Oh, so he's still alive? `` Hold on, I'll get you to a doctor.'' 
 
 `` No point, I ca n't heal from something like this, I just wan na talk before the regeneration stops working.'' 
 
 Fine, he deserved it, the only one brave enough to become my nemesis. 
 
 `` We had a good time, did n't we? It was fun.'' He said, tears in his eyes. 
 
 `` Yes, we did, and we could have kept doing this forever if you had n't started raising the stakes, I would n't have minded. What was wrong with just robbing banks?'' 
 
 `` You know it would n't have lasted, with all the evil and destruction around the world, doing what I did was the only way to get your attention. I'm not proud of that, but it was worth it.'' 
 
 `` Mass murders? Terrorism? God, if all you needed was a fight I could have done that, you know I'd do it.'' 
 
 `` But your heart, that need to protect and fight for what is good in this world would n't have been there. It would n't be the same.'' 
 
 `` No, it would not.'' 
 
 `` Listen, I do n't have much time, there are two things I'd like to ask of you. First, I give you my knife. Second, my son, I brought him here. I knew this would be my last'act', I wanted him to be proud. How foolish of me. Whatever happens, do n't let him make the same mistak-'' 
 
 His heart stopped. 
 
 I heard a shriek. `` YOU KILLED HIM!'' 
 
 It was a boy, twelve years old, blonde with green eyes. Looked just like his father. 
 
 The Titan Knife, the only weapon in the universe able to harm me, was in his small hands. And I saw it. 
 
 A child, orphaned, grew up to become like his father. Fighting me, resenting me, dying by my hand. 
 
 `` Beat it, kid.'' 
 
 I turned around and started walking, slowly. This was the right thing to do, it's what a hero would do. This world does n't need masked vigilantes or villains, it certainly does n't need a murderer like me. 
 
 I held my breath. 
 
 And as the blade pierced my back, I felt happy. I felt free.
