The girl waited patiently before the door was opened, and she seemed to immediately shift to a polite demeanor once she realized who she was dealing with. She spoke to how honored she was to be in his presence, and what a pleasure it was to meet with someone of his stature. She then noted that in regards to their stories intermingling, it would be dependent upon what he had in mind. She pushed her hair aside as he fetched her drink, he poured her a smooth Hudson Baby Bourbon over ice and handed it to her, before returning to his seat with the rest of the bottle. She had taken a seat at a stool and he by this point, was playing bartender as she continued to question him. When she asked him about their story he couldn't help but smile a bit and close his eyes.. Explaining it was always the hardest part..
"To know where we're going you must first know where I've been. I was a hero too, I far exceeded the capabilities of these flimsy fake idols currently presiding over the heroic affairs.. But then I realized it was all a masquerade. Heroes aren't heroes, they're just villains lying to themselves. Our whole concept of heroism has become monetized, our morality has been marketed to and that is why society worships heroes the way they do, it's why everyone wants to be a hero. The truth is.. heroes aren't heroes because they want to be, they're heroes because they need to be. But that doesn't sell action figures and DVD's. That's not a headline befitting of front page news, that's not something people want to deal with.. No one except for me that is.."
Ika threw back his bottle, chugging the contents down before slamming the glass down across the bar, sending glass flying everywhere as he brandished the bottle in his hand, loose whiskey and blood dripping from his hand every few seconds. "I seek change in this world, I want heroism to mean something again. And that means finding someone worthy of that title, and exterminating those unworthy of it.. I think.. that should explain my position.. doesn't it?"