On the Same Team

In the beginning, it wasn’t terribly difficult for us to find one another. Now I find myself wondering, if it had been harder, if we had to search for each other, if we would have still fallen apart. I wonder if we still would have thought that we were on the same team.
We all wanted to take down the corrupt leader, rescue our partner, find out what happened to our family, avenge our dog… we all wanted to be heroes. Who could blame us? We were raised on stories, being told about how those who believe in themselves and don’t give up will find others who are looking for the same thing. They’ll find these others, and they’ll work together. They’ll become companions, and although they may not always agree, they’ll always come back to each other. They’re all fighting the same enemy.
So we found ourselves in our stories, the heroes that we had always dreamed of being, leading our team of misfits, brought together by disparate circumstances. We worked together, trying to write the story that we had dreamed of, while not leaving the world too far behind.
We were all wronged, it was what started us on this path. But in our haste to start our story, to bring together a group so that we could do things together that would have otherwise been unthinkable, we forgot to think. We pinned it all on one man, and told ourselves that he was a corrupt and authoritarian leader, had kidnapped Katrina’s partner, ruined Kelly’s family, killed Bill’s dog. We told ourselves this, but we couldn’t all stand to abandon the real world, submerging ourselves in our fantasy. The story wasn’t for us, because we weren’t really on the same team. 

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