[Wanda sighs, breathing in the steam from her own drink.]
If they had just been as flawed as anyone else that would have been one thing. But with most of them there's a lot of hypocrisy as well. There's this huge disconnect between the image that superheroes cultivate for themselves and others, and how they actually are in person. The truth is that most of the costume crowd here don't give a damn about any individual people that they aren't personal friends with, and would never have bothered to rescue me or help me at all. There are hardcore Inmates here who are better people than them. [Her eyes brim over briefly, and she fights it as hard as she can.]
For a long time here I was furious about that. Only two of these superhero types, Steph and Kon, actually turned out to be good people, and Steph still dropped the ball when I became suicidal. It isn't fair that these people get looked on as heroic when they consider most real-world problems to be beneath their notice. It isn't fair that I can't trust them any more than I can trust your average cop, which generally is "not at all". And it was a huge disappointment to realize that I was kept prisoner and then brainwashed, not because nobody knew, but because nobody cared. Not even the so-called heroes.
And I had to just accept that. That's a pretty fucking bitter pill, but I think I've finally swallowed it.
[She sips her toddy.]
Some people seem shocked when I say that I'm never going home. They say I should go home and "fix things" so it doesn't suck anymore. Like I've got some responsibility to the place where I'll be reminded again and again of what I was forced to go through. Besides, I can't force people to care about me or anyone else. If I'm going to live in a world where nobody loves me, I'd rather it be another one entirely, with no bad memories. After everything that has happened, I think that's my right. Screw my homeworld, my family, and mutantkind.
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Date: 2013-01-04 07:33 pm (UTC)If they had just been as flawed as anyone else that would have been one thing. But with most of them there's a lot of hypocrisy as well. There's this huge disconnect between the image that superheroes cultivate for themselves and others, and how they actually are in person. The truth is that most of the costume crowd here don't give a damn about any individual people that they aren't personal friends with, and would never have bothered to rescue me or help me at all. There are hardcore Inmates here who are better people than them. [Her eyes brim over briefly, and she fights it as hard as she can.]
For a long time here I was furious about that. Only two of these superhero types, Steph and Kon, actually turned out to be good people, and Steph still dropped the ball when I became suicidal. It isn't fair that these people get looked on as heroic when they consider most real-world problems to be beneath their notice. It isn't fair that I can't trust them any more than I can trust your average cop, which generally is "not at all". And it was a huge disappointment to realize that I was kept prisoner and then brainwashed, not because nobody knew, but because nobody cared. Not even the so-called heroes.
And I had to just accept that. That's a pretty fucking bitter pill, but I think I've finally swallowed it.
[She sips her toddy.]
Some people seem shocked when I say that I'm never going home. They say I should go home and "fix things" so it doesn't suck anymore. Like I've got some responsibility to the place where I'll be reminded again and again of what I was forced to go through. Besides, I can't force people to care about me or anyone else. If I'm going to live in a world where nobody loves me, I'd rather it be another one entirely, with no bad memories. After everything that has happened, I think that's my right. Screw my homeworld, my family, and mutantkind.