I Thought it Made Me a Superhero

Sometimes you have to do wrong to do right. 

At least, that's what I've come to realize. The only thing I haven't figured out yet, what I've lost the chance to learn, is which act was the wrong and which was the right.

I thought saving that boy from the fire was right, but I wonder now if it was wrong. Should I have saved him just because I was invincible? Because the firemen were clumsy? Because I thought my immortality made me better than them? Was I right when I agreed to help the criminal kill those men to save his daughter? And when I attacked the husband of a beaten wife? What about the bank? Was I right in killing the men who held us at gunpoint?

I've had all the time in the world to think these past few minutes, and I think I know now. Everything I did was wrong. If the firemen had needed my help, they would have asked. If helping the criminal was a good deed, then why did so many people have to die to save his daughter? Did I need to hurt that man who beat his wife? And the bank robbery, was killing them wrong? Maybe they had a good reason for doing it. Maybe they were thinking "sometimes you have to do wrong to do right."

Perhaps all of this is why I am laying here, coming to terms with my lack of immortality.

What I did was wrong.