The light wasn’t so bright that people would be put wholly at ease when they walked the streets alone at night. It was dim enough that it would bring out their caution and make them think twice about walking down a dark alley after sunset or talking to a homeless man lingering in the shadows. However, it provided enough light to do harm to Vassago’s eyesight and demand that he keep his eyes covered when he was out. His eyes were so sensitive that he venturing into the open world only after the sun went down. It could’ve been a drawback if he wanted to be out during the day, or if he had any reason to be.
He did not.
Vassago also liked taking lives more than he liked saving them. Somebody about to tumble from the top of a building, somebody that he had the power to safe, would fall to their death while he watched, not bothering to offer a hand. It wasn’t in his nature to cherish life. He didn’t cherish his own, so there was no reason for him to cherish anybody else’s.
“A bit of both, honestly. I’m not as shady as I look.” But he was. He was the man you would stay away from if you only knew what he was and what he did.