
"Yeah," she finally agreed emphatically. "Yeah, that is how it feels. I'm trying to pretend. But... I don't think I can stop. I want to be the real me, but that's fucking terrifying. And besides, I don't lend the best first impressions. And I want to be good and help people but I keep coming back to the idea that maybe it's just the heroism I like. Maybe it's the adrenaline."
A brief pause.
"Can it be both? Does it make me a bad person that I can't live without that action, even if I still genuinely want to help people?"