Not What it Used to Be

Anti doesn't know what to do with his life, really. He doesn't know what he is anymore. He's always been the villain but he feels as if he could be more. If only there was someone he could talk to. To relate with. He needed someone to understand him.

Jackie's grown depressed doing the same thing every day and night. Being the hero. He doesn't feel as if he understands what he's supposed to do anymore when crime never goes away. He feels as if what he's doing will never amount to making a difference and his brothers don't seem to understand what he's going through.

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