I remember with staggering clarity the moment it happened. I remember wondering if anyone else experienced it. I thought maybe it was a stage. That I had released the booster rockets and was now drifting amongst a collection of others who had come upon the same realizations.
Everyone just seemed so callous at the time. Apathy had been branded into them. I couldn't understand it. I insisted that the world had become confused and mired. I implored that we must continue to care, that despite life and its failings we must do our best.
I got knocked down. I got up. I got knocked down. I got back up. Except now I was different. I had decided that I would become the mirror. That I would show the world it's true nature by becoming what it had wanted me to become all along.
I became hate incarnate.