Mycel stared at Edith.
“Well, not all heroes are good or bad.”
Mycel said, both hands with their index fingers unfolded, each facing opposite directions.
“Some can be ones with heroic spirits and stuff..”
His right hand spun excitedly.
“And some others just want fame and stuff.”
His left hand perked up violently. Mycel shrugged as he looked between the two.
“I’d say the good or bad depends on your opinion.”
He said, retrieving his arms.