There was once a man clouded in darkness who blamed everything else around him for his own reprehensible actions. Every person he hurt, every vow he broke, it was all someone elses fault.
Every so often he would drag himself back into the light, be a decent person for a few weeks then something would twist and break him into becoming a monster again. This cycle would continue over and over again, every person he claimed to love suffering for it until he drove them all away.
Eventually he broke down, grabbing his daughters hands in his and tears in his eyes begged her to help him, claiming he could be better. She brushed him off with disgust, barely able to hold her contempt.
How can I believe you when every word you say means nothing?
Sound familiar Harold? Fitting really, that the man who calls himself Nobody never truly means anything he says.
You talk about helping the people of Arcadia yet I never see your shadow in the darkened streets where the monsters truly roam, I never hear the broken calling out your name, the only heroics you commit is in the public eye to try and redeem a legacy built on rivers of innocent blood.
You preach about choosing to do better when all you do is act like a sanctimonious asshole who thinks he’s better then anyone else while still doing the same damn things you did under Zeus’s thumb, it’s just done against people you say are worse then you so it’s okay right?
And let’s not even go into the complete failure of fatherhood that is Harold Attano. The man who was so much a threat to his own family that his best friend had to sneak his only daughter away into the hands of a sociopath because that was the better option and when he found out she was alive, and she rightfully didn’t want anything to do with him?
You gave up. You walked away like you always do and even after the piece of shit kills her brothers in public and forces her to be by his side on threat of death, who was the first normal person to even try and see her?
Was it the father who claims to love her so much or was it me? The shithead kid who is pissing on his fathers memory and harming all of Arcadia all because he broke down and lost himself in grief over losing the last person he had left. The kid who no matter how far he falls, will always rise up to be better at his worst then you ever could be at your best.
So I’ll save the innocent and helpless, be that light in the darkness and I’ll make sure Michaela has the choice of freedom she never had under either of her fathers.
Everyone in Arcadia will feel the light of hope again as Nobody will be left in the dark.
Because Harold Attano was , is and always will be a vile, contemptable, waste of a human being who deserves to be forgotten to the sands of time.
Believe me, I mean every single word.