Are We Villains?

"Ezra, I want to end this world."

The words hit Ezra like a misfired spell straight to the gut. He froze in place. The night air, cool and calm, suddenly felt too thin to breathe. His skin prickled, not from fear, but from the bomb that Rav just dropped.

"W-what?"

Rav blinked several times, still staring into the distance. He wouldn't look at Ezra.

"But why? Everything you've done here - you saved the world! Oberyn, me, Deek - you'd…"

"This world is sick, Ezra. You know it. I know it. It's the reason you came here, is it not? To live in a fantasy?"

Rav's words were precise, intentful - they weighed on Ezra like lead.

"When I was fourteen, I was just a stupid kid," he mused. "And now, nearly ten years later, I realize my folly. This world shouldn't have been saved. I was just another puppet for her to use. The Storyteller."