The man in black was no worse for wear. The same could not be said for those who had stood against him. A young man dared to approach him, refusing to look at the dead or acknowledge the cries of the wounded lying in the street.
“That was a lot bloodier than I thought it would be,” he said. “I guess it was all for the greater good.”
The words were enough to make the man in black laugh. It was a cold hollow sound, bordering on madness.
“Don’t be stupid, kid,” he said. “There’s no such thing as the greater good. It’s a lie the weak tell themselves and others to justify their actions.”
“I don’t understand.”
“There’s always another way. It might be more difficult or take a little longer. The price might be higher. There could be more risk involved. Instead, I did what was best for me.”
Confusion gave way to anger. “And to hell with the everyone else?” the young man asked. “I thought you were a hero.”
“Heroes find another way.”