[ WP ] The hero and the villain are multiple personalities of the same person .

Half of New York had been destroyed by a massive swarm of sentient fighter drones and robotic ground troops. It was quickly becoming a burial ground, buildings crumbling down and wildlife burning. 
 
 Enigma was looking on at the destruction, pleased with himself and what he'd wrought on humanity. As far as he was concerned, they were all out to get him- but he'd get them first. 
 
 A woman was on the ground, holding her infant child, begging 
 for help. `` Please, someone. Please save us before there's nothing left to save,'' she cried out, her voice drowned out by gunfire and the sound of crashing buildings. 
 
 There was one, however, that heard her calling out. 
 
 A chunk of the building near her was falling to the ground, threatening to crush them both. She closed her teary eyes, embracing her child and an early death. 
 
 When she opened her eyes, the wind had blown her tears away. She was flying through the air in the arms of a big, handsome man, long blonde hair fluttering in the wind. He almost seemed to radiate the sunlight glancing off his silver armor. She smiled and cried, knowing her son would get to live a life of his own. 
 
 Sol placed her down on a small building several blocks away from the commotion, bidding her farewell with a warm, comforting smile. 
 
 Sol flew over to where he knew Enigma was watching over the disaster, barking orders to his minions. The drones in his way were but flies in need of swatting- destroying Enigma would end the conflict once and for all. 
 
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 Enigma gazed over the turmoil and destruction he'd wrought upon New York City. It brought him such great feelings of pleasure, knowing all the people who scorned him, who gave him dirty looks and judged him, would be destroyed forever. Their eyes would be shut, forever quieting their angry, judgmental gazes. 
 
 Sol desperately flew from building to building, trying to find Enigma. *There is still good in this world you have scorned, Enigma. It is not as bad as you think, though I know you are pained by it. * 
 
 It was simple kindnesses, like the smile of that woman he saved, that kept him going; kept him fighting to stay pure in this tainted world. *There is still so much this world can offer, if you look past your own wounds. I will find you, Enigma, and show this to you. * 
 
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 `` How much longer? I ca n't bear this anymore,'' Julie choked out between her tears. `` It's been two weeks already.'' 
 
 `` We do n't know. I'm sorry I ca n't offer you more than that,'' Dr. Banks informed her, trying to be comforting. `` This is the most severe case of Bipolar disorder we've ever seen. It's unprecedented, to be honest. I'm not sure we can even call it that. He seems to be battling in his own mind, his personalities clashing to forever silence the other. There's nothing we can do.'' 
 
 Julie gazed at Ben, tossing and turning in his hospital bed. 
 
 *Please, Ben. You can fight this. *
