Hero… It’s a word thrown around flagrantly in a world with so many who want to be saved. 

You get men and women who want to be that person they want to be seen as the savior. 

They want to lead the charge through hell, fire, and brimstone. 

However, one by one, they fail. 

They watch their friends die, crucified to a world so cruel that they became pawns in someone else’s game. 

You’ve those who were raised to carry on the legacy because the “name” meant something. 

Only they get to watch their flag bearer die trying to uphold that name, and they become some moody, brooding jackass giving everyone else the cold shoulder. 

Ignoring the reason that the flag was carried in the first place. 

Then you get those who’re anointed given a crown… 

Or a mask, given the task to protect the people. 

Only you let them be burned at the stake. 

It seems our heroes are failures at doing what they’re supposed to, either by emotional manipulation, choice, or fucking happenstance. 

Captain Arcadia, it’s in your bloody name. 

You’re expected to be the best of us, a leader amongst men, but what are you doing? 

You’re gallivanting around on some merry old goose chase looking for the Zookeeper while the people… 

Whose name you wear like a crest suffer. 

Oh, and don’t get me started on Destructo, you’ll always be a boy in my eyes because you never learned what your father was trying to teach you before he bit it. 

Resilience, you fool, you need to pick yourself up and carry on. 

Not because you want to, but for Arcadia, it’s what that fucking Kingdom Blade represents, you emo bastard. 

Ayame, you were anointed by El Mariachi Grande in the sight of the temple to protect its followers. 

But you’re reactionary, you let one of your followers be burned to death and allowed the perpetrator to live.  

All the while, a child wanders Arcadia, now an orphan. 

I’m not ignoring my faults either. 

I’m an amoral assassin whose daughter chose a sociopathic, murderous carny over him. 

Here’s the thing, though, I’ve made it my goal in life since making it back to civilization to leave Arcadia a better place for her when I leave. 

Because let’s not get it twisted, they aren’t just lyrics, I’m a Deadman walking, and whether it’s time or the giant target on my back… 

I’m not long for this place, but as Zeus as my witness, I’ll do everything that I can to make sure Arcadia is a safer place here. 

Which means this week, I’ll show each of you heroes how to do your job, and if one of or all of you fall at my hand… 

So be it, because I’ll take every soul I need to into the night to leave this place better, I’ll kill until I die.   

Because I’m not better than any of you, I just know what needs to be done… 

One shot, One Kill, and whoever means our people harm will fall this week. 

I teach the lot of you to pull the fucking trigger.