"People only seek heroes when they are needed."
The silver knife cut through the fried egg, the viscous yellow yolk slowly spread over the porcelain plate.
"It makes sense, only when plunged into despair do people crave hope. Only when fallen into darkness do they seek light. No matter how faint that hope or how dim that light. Even knowing it's a token gesture, people still long for that kind of hope... called 'hero'."
Craving what one does not have, fantasizing about doing what one cannot do, these are human nature. Before obtaining it, people always pray and yearn with immense devotion and enthusiasm, sometimes even displaying irrational sickness and zeal. Then, once they finally get what they wanted, be it a hero, justice, hope, light... and so on, they quickly grow tired of it all and cast it aside. Like disposable tissues used for blowing one's nose, used and then discarded with no second thought, leaving no lasting imprint on the memory.