My Master and Me (Aka, Why I'm So Cynical)

Okay, so, someone asked me about my "past" the other day. Big mistake. Don't ask a guy with a terminal illness about his past. It's not gonna be sunshine and rainbows. 🌈 More like… rain and gray clouds. 🌧️

My master… he was the best. Taught me everything I know. Made me believe I could actually… do something. Change things. Be a hero, even. Yeah, right. Then he… well, let's just say he's not around anymore. And it kinda made me realize… what's the point? We're all just… flickering candles in the wind. 🕯️

Don't get me wrong, I still do my job. Protecting the city, all that jazz. But… don't expect me to be all gung-ho about it. I've seen what happens when you get your hopes up. It just hurts more when they come crashing down. 💥