"IT'S A VERY WEIRD THING TO DECIDE THAT YOU'RE THE MORAL ARBITER IN THIS SITUATION."
It was true, and the words hit him like a freight train. Who am I to make that decision? It was a single question he never considered.
Korain looked at his suit as a way to escape the world around him, to enter into a headspace to allow him feel like he was giving back to those in need and in danger. Yet, it never was questioned for him to stop and think of what would give an attacker the decision to be desperate. Maybe, they were needing to feed their family, and the only way was to swipe a necklace, flip it, and use the coin to put food on the table.
Desperation: Korain was familiar with that feeling from his own upbringing.
It's why he put the suit on in the first place, or was convinced to do so. To do good. Yet, he wasn't really in a position to consider the moral compass in the situation he meddled in. Whack-a-mole was her choice of words.
"WHERE IS THE LINE, THEN? THAT IT BECOMES OKAY TO HURT MORE PEOPLE FOR YOUR OWN HAPPINESS?
Korain decided to set his communicator down for a moment, pushing himself up onto his feet and walking to his closet. He slid aside all of his clothes to stare at his Bullseye suit that was hanging in the back corner, not the most well concealed place, yet he lived alone. It was a part of his life he kept guarded, and for reason.
"You are going to meet people in your life Ko, that question everything you do. And for good reason."
"What do you mean, Papa?" Ko looked up at his father with bright wide eyes, squeezing stained and calloused fingers.
"Well. Everyone has a path, and different decisions and experiences that all shape them, and their lifestyles or opinions could be very different from your own. The world isn't black and white, Ko. It's mostly grey, and you have to do what is right in your heart. And remember to have compassion for others. The only thing I ask is you don't seek to hurt others, purposefully, for your own benefit Ko."
Korain sighed slowly as he closed the closet door. It was such a large part of who he was, that suit, Bullseye. Standing on the sidelines and watching innocent people being hurt or put in danger didn't sit right in the pit of Korain's stomach. Yet, his secret identity and discipline behind his actions being heavily questioned started to change his entire perspective. Something he wasn't truly prepared for.
He wished he never meddled that night, he wished he never ran into this woman. He should have carried on and never set that box ablaze. Would his father be proud of the person he secretly became?
He felt all out of sorts.