I wanted to protect the world I lived in, the city I called home, and the people around me. I wanted to help and care for them. Even without power, even if they hated me, I was happy as long as I could be of help. But in the end, I helped no one. I had to deny everything I'd worked for and every belief I'd held onto. Not only did I fail to earn anyone else's approval, I wasn't even allowed to approve of myself.
I saved that one person, for that one person. I could be so ruthless that I lost all my humanity. For that one person, I did what others could hardly manage, trained myself to become powerful, and protected them with the most advanced machines. It didn't matter if I was betrayed or hated, as long as you could live. But in the end, all my efforts came to nothing. Everything became meaningless. I was like a clown, not even knowing the most basic thing: where I was. I'd completely lost sight of my original purpose.
(To be clear, this is an original work, not fanfiction. If you came looking for fanfiction, sorry to disappoint.)
