Allura, I've been facing it alone. My entire life. My mother died because she couldn't handle giving birth to twin gods. My brother and father were murdered by angels who were trying to get rid of my brother and I for the crime of simply existing.

I was orphaned at five. For almost a year I lived in the burned out ruins of my home because no one wanted me. They thought I was cursed and were afraid to take me in. I was barely allowed into town and when I did go, kids threw rocks at me.

I got this far on my own and the kindness of one man who became my master. Everything else? The personality I've crafted so people don't get to know the real me? My mastery over my craft? Everything I've done now...it's been me.

I don't want a hero...

[Because it will always remind him of what he'll never be...]