A hero's interview

The hero fell to his knees. It was the first time he lose a battle. Though he saved the victim, he couldn't save his friend.

"There is no salvation in becoming a hero if I can't even save my friend," the hero said to himself.

"You saved many, is that not enough?"

"I lose a dear friend of mine," the hero said. "Is that not enough to convince myself that I failed?"

"You gave everyone hope."

"I lose a friend."

"You gave everyone something they could hold on to. You save all of them."

"I couldn't save my friend."

"You made everyone happy."

"I'm not happy with losing my friend."

"You're selfish."

"I am."

"You''re no hero."

"I wish I'm not."

"You aren't a hero."

"I am."

The firefly turned around. He was frustrated and moved by the heroes regret and resolve. The hero's thought were contradicting yet still called himself a hero. Is it out of his own volition or pride? Yet his sorrow showed otherwise.

"Someday, will you turn against the light?" the firefly said as he was about to take flight. "Will you accept anymore friends after losing one, two, three or few? By then, would you have changed? Right now, you lack the resolve the move yet your regret isn't enough to stop you. How is that?"

The hero did not understood the firefly. Nor does he understood himself. He stayed quiet.

"May your selfishness guide you to the light once you regain your sight, hero who have just lose," the firefly said. "And may more light be there to guide you in your dark moment such as now."

The firefly flew away. His tail light ever glowing deem as his presence waned in the night.