[ It's reasonable to have these concerns. It's reasonable as any citizen living in the world Krouse lives in to worry about these sorts of things, to hold grudges, even if hearing Krouse talk about it as though he's talking to an ally makes his chest twinge a little with guilt, with the idea that he's presenting a false face.
He's the one who leaves behind collateral damage, and gets rewarded for it. One day, it's going to be his career. He intends to get rich doing it, if he can -- buy his Mom a nice new place, a new car, be financially stable, be comfortable, everyone who's hurt in the crossfire be damned. And he can do it all saying that he's one of the good guys, if not a hero, because they're helping save the world. They own it, sure. But maybe not as much as they could.
It's food for thought, even if it makes him feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable in the same way he'd felt when his Mom sat him down and frankly told him that she was thinking about leaving the force, that the job he'd idolized as a kid was doing more harm than good to the people of Elmville.
Those are thoughts to be cradled on his own, in private. There's the second part of the mystery that's presented itself here, and that's Krouse himself, speaking with a sort of passion that comes from experience. He could just be a really socially aware guy. These things are probably common points of discourse here and there. But... ]
...you sound kind of like you're talking from experience, [ he says slowly. ] Did your street get demolished by one of these heroes, or something? From the sounds of it, the chances of getting wrapped up in this kind of thing are pretty high, especially if most of this happens in urban areas instead of, say -- a nightmare forest, or whatever.
[ Or whatever. He's not looking forward to getting back to all that. ]
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He's the one who leaves behind collateral damage, and gets rewarded for it. One day, it's going to be his career. He intends to get rich doing it, if he can -- buy his Mom a nice new place, a new car, be financially stable, be comfortable, everyone who's hurt in the crossfire be damned. And he can do it all saying that he's one of the good guys, if not a hero, because they're helping save the world. They own it, sure. But maybe not as much as they could.
It's food for thought, even if it makes him feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable in the same way he'd felt when his Mom sat him down and frankly told him that she was thinking about leaving the force, that the job he'd idolized as a kid was doing more harm than good to the people of Elmville.
Those are thoughts to be cradled on his own, in private. There's the second part of the mystery that's presented itself here, and that's Krouse himself, speaking with a sort of passion that comes from experience. He could just be a really socially aware guy. These things are probably common points of discourse here and there. But... ]
...you sound kind of like you're talking from experience, [ he says slowly. ] Did your street get demolished by one of these heroes, or something? From the sounds of it, the chances of getting wrapped up in this kind of thing are pretty high, especially if most of this happens in urban areas instead of, say -- a nightmare forest, or whatever.
[ Or whatever. He's not looking forward to getting back to all that. ]