It's true, I do. Everything I've ever done wrong -- which, you know, includes killing someone whose only crime was caring about me -- goes unfelt. I can't help it, it isn't even because I don't want to feel badly, or guilty, it isn't that I don't regret it -- I do. I think I do, but I don't feel as though I do because I don't know what that feels like.
I can live with myself because a portrait that I don't have to look at any more does.
So...I understand. I understand the need to lie to yourself, I do. Not because I do it, but because I can feel the emptiness that comes with not having to. I don't envy you for having to. I don't even necessarily think it's a bad thing.
Because you seem to understand what you're doing, why you're doing it and what that brings to you. I also think you have a great deal of responsibility that you've put on yourself, deciding that you want to help. Save. Restore.
Even when the truth is that you always have to make the most difficult choices, and that -- honestly -- that's something I have a lot of respect for. I would rather you lie to yourself -- knowing that you are -- than convince yourself whole-heartedly that you're always right.
And I've seen enough from the superheroes here to know that they're not all like you. That they're all convinced of their own mightiness and infallibility.