Are you comparing me to a fictional character? That’s not really fair to the character. No matter what you can never produce a fictional character with as many experiences as a real one. You can stack as many adventures, information, and interesting conversations as you want, and it’ll never compare to the silent moments sitting in the waiting room. Or that half hour you spent laying on your bed after you woke up. Or the irritating scratchy throat that, despite not being sick, won’t seem to go away no matter how much water you drink.

You have to remember that we are the sum of all our experiences, not just the big ones. If all I ever knew was my life as a physically and emotionally abused thief, and the only emotions I ever saw in others were disappointment and hatred, maybe the story would have gone in a different direction.

But in between the terror, pain, adrenaline, and anger, I saw natural pony emotions. I had friends, even if I was rarely very close with any. I saw that life doesn’t have to be cruel and we don’t have to treat others the way we were treated. And while I didn’t always make the socially accepted right decision, I made enough that life eventually lead me here.

But I don’t believe in good or evil. I am just me.