The Tale of Don Quixote


Humanity loves to equip a mask and imagine they’re someone else. Whether it be in their daily life or in front of a crowd of eager patrons, their urgency to falsify who they are warrants more importance than keeping themselves in check.”

“Miguel de Cervantes writes about what happens when one individual becomes too enamored with their fake persona. Don Quixote explores the life of the titular character who, after trading everything he owned for a large collection of books, declares himself a knight. Donning a suit of rusted armor and riding a skeletal horse called Rosinante, he sets off to prove chivalry is still alive. If you happen to remember him combating against the supposed arm flailing giant, then you’ll understand how successful he was doing so.”

“It’s depressing, really. Knowing that Don is a fifty year old gentleman who unquestionably suffers from dementia makes everyone’s reactions towards him feel condescending and disrespectful. That’s because they see the character and believe him to be his true self. Those that see past the mask, however, choose to demoralize and humiliate Quixote in elaborate shenanigans and mock fights.”

“Believe it or not, Cael,  Johnathan isn’t comparable to Quixote. As deranged as the captive is, he doesn’t go out of his way to convince himself that he’s doing what’s morally correct. You, Mr. Gable, attempt exactly that. You presented your Olympic gold as your suit of armor and rode with a malicious sheriff as your cohort. Your heroic deeds, if you can call them that, include attempting homicide against natives and succumbing thrice to a bus driver outfitted as a shark. Despite such questionable battles, everyone believed you to be good.”

“When the time came to fight Sheriff Law, your former ally turned monster, you had the opportunity to prove yourself as a true hero. Instead of only besting him at combat and leaving it at that, you sentenced him to death by the hands of prisoners, eliminating any pretense of heroism.”

“Your mask is falling off faster than I speak, Cael. The longer you continue to parade yourself as a champion for the common folk, the more frequent my visits will become. Eventually, the darkness inside your mind will manifest and corrupt you like it did Johnathan. Why masquerade what you’re doing as a necessary evil for the forces of good?”

“You seem… uncertain, Gable. The world has seen through your facade after failing to rescue me from assimilation. Even worse, you don’t seem to be apologetic for doing so. Instinct or not, your inaction has shown everyone that you’re just as ill as Don Quixote. The only difference is that, in the end, Don realized that he was diseased and gave up his charade before his friends suffered for it. You’re neither aware of your ailment nor the harm you’re bringing yourself and your family.”

“You want to see why I imprisoned Heartsford? I’ll show you by pulverizing you as badly as he did Syndi. We’ll see if the both of you are worth saving then.”