He just wanted to protect those precious to him. That’s all he had ever wanted — to protect, to defend, to be both a shield and a sword, whichever was needed most. But how could he hope to protect them when he couldn’t even protect himself, from the monster inside his head? From all those little voices that whispered he wasn’t good enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t fast enough or brave enough.

In his flawed, fucked up and self-sacrificing way, he tried to do what he thought was right. For the first time in his life now, he questioned if, perhaps, his acts of selflessness were, in reality, completely selfish? Maybe the only reason anyone needed to be protected, was because he was trying to protect them.

Maybe the entire world needed to be protected from his aptitude for failure; from him.