Consideration

He just stood there, dumbfounded as the man just left, what about the villain, he wanted a clean dimension, this creature did not belong there. It didn't belong anywhere actually. Sirens began covering the whole area of the city, it wasn't his time to run because he had a villain to deliver, perhaps this will clear his name. Traumatizing authorities? No, not that serious. Helping a famous hero to save lives, yes this should work.

And as a bunch of policeman appeared to take the criminal, they saw him, just standing there. They pointed their guns at him, to which he made a gesture with both his hands to put them down as he opened a wound in reality from which the villain appeared with a bit of stone debris. This put them at slight ease as he stepped back letting them do their thing. But why exactly was he helping them?

'Am I really planning to become a hero? Like what am I even going to gain from it. Perhaps experience, yes I would react to crimes and stuff... Why though?...' He wasn't sure if he wanted to become a hero or if he wanted to continue with this wandering.

Only questions emerged in the mind of the law men. Why would he help them to arrest a villain? Yes the news told that he was dangerous, but he didn't do anything to them. Because his statement to that mysterious man that night, was the truth. He meant no harm to people, unless provoked.

The police didn't try to do anything, and nothing happened. With enough witnesses that he isn't a bad person, his name would be cleared... But he has no name, one that only time would give him. The whole reason he is still here because he wants to give himself the name that describes him the best. A single cop had the courage to approach him and the single question which left his mouth was "Why are you helping us?"

"Because I don't want trash in my personal space." The answer was straight forward, but the context behind it was always missing for an outsider, The perfect void was something no one except him knew about, so it was easy to expect the person to look at his with a confused look, but they did not dare to ask another question. The criminal they came here to arrest isn't him, and so they left sparing their own sanity and the need for the child to send it away.

By now the sun has fully emerged from the horizon creating another beautiful view under the small shadows of the building, there were marks of the fight, The child used whatever debris were left in his dimension, to fill up the broken street, somewhat fixing it to an extent. Heh, perhaps he could really become a hero...

'But what will I gain from it?' He thought about it, fame? Was the only thing that came to mind. When he acted hostile toward the void, he felt a name popping up. It seemed to him, that he was a caretaker. But that is only a word, not a real name. Perhaps he was one, he couldn't see it until the thought of keeping things in check appeared.

Maybe a walk would help him decide, just the way it helped him before. But did he even need to consider, when there was only one way to find if this would bring him happiness. The answer was hidden in the future, and so considerations were over. Perhaps once he meets the person again, he would talk with him about it, and take up on the offer. But for now, he simply exists in their world.

He walked and walked and remembered that big TV, perhaps there could be something interesting. And with that he tried to navigate through the city. He didn't remember much, it was only intuition and the fading memory of the views he has witness, that lead him.

After a while, doing a few circles around the town, he finally found the TV area, but by now it has become night already. Perhaps he can catch up on some quality shows? He leaned back against a wall out of the crowd and watched as the news played their intro. Perhaps some good news.

The same woman greeted the viewers before beginning to explain the situation. Nothing entertaining at first, when he wanted to see himself being the center of attention, he enjoyed hearing things about himself. Because he found himself as quite entertaining from time to time. Of course, when he isn't in another depressed state.

Finally something for him. "There are new reports of the mysterious person. A day ago, he was spotted here. Also another report from here by the police department. When they came to arrest the villain who caused this mornings chaos. The person was spotted and instead helped them arrest him. Quote said by the person 'Because I don't want trash in my personal space.' When a police officer asked why he decided to help them. This person's powers are still unknown, even if we have seen a glimpse of what they are capable of. The police still haven't made a decision if you should fear for your life within the person's presence. By all of those encounters we could only believe that the person harms, only when threatened. Which seemed to put them in a state of clear insanity, which is contagious. Somehow?... Anyways, This is all from the news for today, I wish everyone a great night."

'Heh, contagious insanity? How am I supposed to be insane? What is insanity? How does it work?' He though and thought, but he didn't know what it meant. How could they deem him insane? They are the different people from him.

He took it personally, They dared to call him insane when he is simply doing whatever he can to survive, and enjoy himself. This shook his will to become a hero, Why would he want to try and save such ungrateful brats, he wasn't insane, he couldn't be, when everyone else acts different from him. He is either the one above or the one below the masses. And he chose to be superior.

People recognize him, but don't interact with him for their own safety, when the reporter has clearly made him think that all people are like this.