He likes quiche with that latte without sugar
He likes cheesecake, together with a bottle of Stella
He loves to see someone smile.
He loathes sad faces.
He yearns for the simple life, but dislikes himself for thinking too much.
He longs for a simple, unwavering faith.
'Did you ever regret saving anyone?' I asked him.
'How do you even know who you're helping? Let's say a man is drowning or someone is stuck in a burning building. You come in with superpowers and all, save the poor soul from dying, but why do you even do it? For all you know, the man you saved today could be a closet pedophile, a rapist or a serial killer who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and tomorrow he could just go on to kill or rape someone else because you just gave him a chance to live. You wouldnt even know!'
An awkward silence followed. I stared him, trying in vain to figure out the expressions hidden under the masked face. Then slowly he spoke:
'Do you believe in redemption?'
'Everyone deserves a second chance.'
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