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This would be the place in the fallen hero’s comic line where there would be a place of self reflection. A little bit of ‘how did we get here’ and ‘has it really been that long?’
Kaito would have never called himself a hero in the first place, but this was as if Batman had turned out to be the Joker all along.
He became aware of his entire being and his surroundings for a few brief seconds. His wrist pulsed a bit against the painkillers and the brace, and he looked at what he’d worn today to make sure there wasn’t anything obviously ‘1412’ about it.
In the child staring up at him, Kaito saw his own kid self echoed. A rather fancy way of saying they looked almost the same. The boy’s hair was slightly neater, and there was a degree of ‘softness’ to his features, but the resemblance was uncanny.
Did Yusaku have another son he’d just never mentioned?
When had he lost himself this badly?
He didn’t see himself as a person. Just a phantom among the living.