Vanguard
"Isn't it obvious?" He asked, somewhat surprised. "I'm a hero, it's only natural for me to want to save everyone. It is the only way I have lived until now, and the way I have died. Of course, I'm not dead just yet, even if it takes a million cycles I won't lose."
To be truthful, he had just lied. He had already spent so many cycles, but he knew this one would be his last. His soul would crumble away as it spun its final dance, that was a fact he could no longer escape.
But it didn't matter, because he was surer of his words than ever, even after an infinity of histories. No, because it had been an infinity of histories, he had no choice but to believe. Even now, envisioning himself failing was something he simply couldn't do.
"This world is dying, no, it would be more fair to say it was dying from the moment it was born. People dancing around like puppets on strings, playing the same songs over and over. It's sickening, even after a million retries the world has yet to learn. Humanity will live on and prosper, only to be fated to fall. All dreams, all tragedies, all happiness, all has been carved in stone eons ago, dragged by puppet strings of our own creation. That is how it has to be, the will of the world hangs on the threads of a broken record, or perhaps you can call it destiny. But in that case, I just need to become stronger than fate itself."
The silver maned beast's monologue could easily be mistaken for the ravings of a lunatic, beyond the workings of a sane mind. And yet, his words carried an unshakable conviction that went beyond human. It was a mad, frightening resolve, a trust in his own words far deeper than any dogma or doctrine. It was as simple as the color of the sky, there was no issue for questioning or debate.
He chuckled, but for a second there was a gleam in his eyes. Something abnormal, something beautiful, something horrifying. "Well, I suppose that might be a little difficult, but why not try?"
