As he was pushed onto the podium, Morr again beheld the faces of the people that so desperately wanted to see a hero in him. The hero that would save them all, that would bring them such prosperity that they would never again be forced to hunger.<br/>He was their hero.<br/><br/>Yet, thinking of the murdering he directly helped them accomplish to reach this moment in which they wanted him to hold a speech, that his words could inspire them and be remembered for generations to come...<br/>It was unfair.<br/>Was this truly what it meant to be a hero? To have the person be a ruthless murderer or knowing failure, while to the people around him he was the greatest saint ever to live? Were perhaps the few stories he had read in his childhood nothing but lies perpetrated by desperation, the truth, that should be accepted and atoned for, instead nothing but a burden that the people would demand be forgotten, along with all the victims?<br/><br/>He had to realize, these people did not care for his person, none of them wanted to believe he was just a man that had tried to do some good, they wanted him to be something higher, they wanted him to be an icon. They wanted him to be their idea, encased in his flesh that seemed so invulnerable to them. Through him, they could feel powerful and almighty.<br/><br/>His training and life had not prepared him for this. Atonement, that he could do, protect some beggar from harm, yes, but this? How was he supposed to...<br/><br/>He stopped pursuing that thought, starting anew; these people needed his help, his guidance. Their past deeds were simply a testament to that fact and he had to teach them their own fault, their own way to atonement. But right now, if he would simply demand from them...<br/>He had to lead them. No matter how much he despised it, he had to lead them, for without him, without their icon to believe in, he had to fear that they would become animals, animals that would pack together to ruthlessly slaughter the nobles in the higher part of the town, no matter how much he hated thinking like this.<br/><br/>But, if he led them, maybe he could bring them truly to a better way...<br/><br/>Thus, he spoke to them. Of hope, of justice, of righteousnees. Liberty. Equality. And somewhere, he truly began to believe that he could yet serve his purpose truthfully. His reward was praise and hail.<br/>He did not know that those who gladly listened were eager to interpretate his words in a way that they could believe themselves...<br/><br/>His head high, hopeful and glad that he could serve justice yet, Morr followed one of the men to a feast in his honor...