“…I can’t just… not save someone because I ‘don’t want to’ or something!” Andie threw her hands up in the air. She seemed to be getting worked up again - or maybe she had never really calmed down in the first place. “I mean, I can get pacing yourself so you don’t have a mental breakdown - taking a break is important! But if someone needs help, and you can help them? You need a reason to not help them. Because that’s what it means to be a hero.”

“Andie… the world doesn’t need heroes. It needs friends. Heroes are for stories - important stories, but stories all the same. In reality? I’ve found heroism often does more harm than good.” Finnegan sighed. “I know this sounds like I’m criticizing the comics and shows you love, but I promise I mean them no disrespect. Many stories need heroes, and many real people need stories. Stories save people. Friends save people. Doctors save people.” Finn paused, trying to sort through his thoughts. “…the world likes to call these people heroes. But heroes aren’t people, they’re ideas. Ideas that scarcely cooperate with reality. Even if you could be a hero, it’s not something you should try to be - it’s something you would become by just being yourself.”

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“No! That’s - !” Andie gestured clumsily. Heroes had always been a part of her life. An important, omnipresent part of her life. To the point she’d taken it for granted, to the point she’d never really thought about what they were or why they were important. “…that’s not what heroes… They’re…” She stumbled around in her own head, looking for a counterargument, but couldn’t find one. “…Dreamwalkers are supposed to be heroes, if they aren’t… then what are they? What am I?”

“You are Andie, a wonderful girl that loves to soar through the city and find new friends. A girl that loves to share the things that make her happy, a girl that loves stories. That loves people.”