“Don’t look at me like that,” Heath pleads, now unmasked and unable to move from his injuries sustained from the explosions of his own inventions. He had meant for it to stop the illegal tradings in the underworld, yet it had been far greater than he had anticipated. How many lives have been ended by his hands this time?

You are the Hero. You always have been. A perfect being of justice and kindness in Solace City. You had always seemed too good to be true. And he was - had been - your sidekick. Partner. Friend.

Even mere sidekicks had their own selfish desires though, and years of living under your shadow had made such disgusting longings fester and grow until Heath had turned against you and became the very thing the two of you had sworn to defeat.

He reaches for you weakly, his movement almost desperate. This moment, years after leaving your side and now finally seeing you, breathing your scent again, has turned Heath from a monster of his own making to a broken man finally confronted by his past and unsolved feelings.

“I didn’t mean to,” he continues, his voice cracking from the strain and the overwhelming emotions he is unable to stop from spilling out. “I wanted to help. I wanted to save people. I didn’t - I didn’t mean for so many people to die. I didn’t mean to become a Villain.”