[drabble for sunday_reveries]

[You die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. --The Dark Knight]

It had occurred to her long ago that she was no better than the people she hunted. Forcing the memories of victims back onto their attackers was no less a rape, just one of the mind rather than the body. The first time she could have been forgiven, maybe—she had been angry that her friend had been hurt. But somewhere in the process she had stopped caring about the people she was "avenging" and started to view the memories of their trauma as mere ammunition in her desire to unleash her anger at the world on a "justifiable target."

[post time-skip. Uh, more on that later.]