Putting down the fork, Syx played with his glass and took a drink, “That’s something I have thought about a lot… believe it or not. But I actually have quite a bit of time for self-reflection in solitary,” and Warden was always keen to ask him those questions over and over to try and get the blue man to change his ways. “I have a much different answer to that now than when I started.”
“When I first hit the streets all I could think of was how much I hated all those that hurt me. Most of it can from those in power, with power. Teachers, guards,” he shuddered despite himself and took a long drink, “those who were called the good guys. Who were the authority. And Wayne was praised by all those that hurt me. So I was the yin to his yang. The dark to his light. Chaos to the order of society that blindly followed the authority.”
“Now…” he sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers, “It’s a means to an end. I’ve done too much to ever go back. This world doesn’t let you forget the crimes you’ve committed. Good men will waste away simply because they once owned pot. You can utterly reform your life, but your past will haunt you… There is simply no point. And the world hasn’t changed. Corruption and hate at every level. I refuse to accept their rules, their law. I won’t be subject to them. But that just makes me an outcast. I’m a Super Villain for the same reason you’re a CEO. The title gets you places and carries clout. And if you want to keep your ranking, you need to stay active,” he shrugged idly.
Harrison sat quietly listening. Syx’s reasons seem to make a whole lot more sense than his Megamind’s frankly. His husband’s nemesis seemed somewhat perpetually stuck in the yin and yang stage.
“I get the anger,” he confessed to his dining companion as the waiter removed their empty plates. “I think part of the reason I was so determined with my inventions in the beginning was to prove people wrong when they thought I was some amalgamation of ‘scary alien’ stereotypes.” He wiggled his fingers in a comic play at eeeeevil. “If you ask Minion, he’ll tell you I’m a CEO because I’m too pigheaded and easily distractible to ever work for anyone else. Though he’ll probably find a more polite way to put it.”
The waiter set a plate in front of each of them containing their main course.
Harrison’s face lit up. “Oooh lamb. I love lamb,” he gushed as the next coordinating drink was set next to their plates.
Harrison eagerly took a sip of the drink, getting both the liquid and some foam. “Hm, some kind of brandy,” he muttered before looking back up at Syx. “So why not pursue some kind of deal with the DA? A good lawyer could probably get you time served, especially if Metro Man was willing to stand up on your behalf. I mean, the system may be a mess, but why not use it to your advantage?” he asked before stabbing a fava bean and popping it into his mouth. “You’re the city’s most famous supervillain, not just some random drug dealer.”
“Oh my! Now that looks positively astounding,” Syx tapped his fingers together in excitement at the lamb was placed before him. He eagerly snagged a first bit and melted into his seat with a sinful moan as the bright herbs and savory sauce melted onto his tongue.
Licking the juice off his lips, he chuckled at Harrison’s question, “You must have missed the part where I don’t want to be under their rules. I have a good lawyer already. He keeps my crimes from ever warranting attention outside of Metrocity,” he shook his head, “I know I could start over clean, but that’s not the point. I don’t want to.”
He dropped his chin in his hand, looking seriously at Harrison, “I don’t buy my parts through proper channels. I like blowing things up. I have an orbital death laser heated by the sun which while not overly useful will be damn intimidating once I demo it… though I hear that one of me at least already has in this mult-verse. I employ convicts in my businesses and while I pay taxes I don’t follow the laws in any regard what-so-ever and I have zero intention to start. I know perfectly well how corrupt the DA and the judges are because I have quite a few of them in my pocket and the ones I don’t have Psycho Delic does.”
“Frankly, me leaving the criminal world would be a horrible idea. Ha!” he laughed even though it wasn’t funny, “Can you imagine the power vacuum? The infighting over my terf? It wouldn’t be pretty and the last thing I want is more area Psycho can peddle his drugs in.”
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