Who even was he anymore?

Hero? Villian?

Shroud was dead. His own doing, because who else had nothing to loose like he did? He’d beaten the fucker to death. Made it painful, just like his father’s death.

Chase was safe, SDN was recovering, Red Ring was scattered.

Robert though?

Robert didn’t know who he was anymore. The Mecha Man suit was back in order, and he quit his job at SDN to become a full time hero again. But he didn’t truly feel like he’d won.

He avenged his father, didn’t he? He stopped Shroud, saved Torrence, did everything he needed to do. Shouldn’t he feel amazing? Or at least vindicated?

Robert ducked his head as he walked through the rain, not caring of the chill or who saw him. His hood was up, hands stuffed into his pockets as Beef padded along side him trying to eat whatever he could find. He turned a corner and stoped, staring up at a billboard with his face on it. The words on the billboard said he was a hero, a savior.

Robert didn’t believe it.

He started walking again. Following a familiar sidewalk to a familiar apartment building. He slipped around the front and picked up beef, walking inside and heading up to the roof. He set beef down after shutting the access door, walking to a familiar corner and sitting down on the edge.

“I know you’re there, {{user}}. Just…humor me, one more time.”