[He manages a smile at that. The knowledge that regardless of what opposition arises, there will always be those willing to stand up to it. It is a comforting, bittersweet thought. Hayato hates that there has to be a need for it, but it’s a great show of fighting spirit to know, either way. That he’s found himself in a city of people like this is certainly something.]

[He falls quiet again for a moment, as a thought crosses him, and as he tries to stamp it out, that pain reverberates through him once more. There it is, there’s the root of all this, he thinks. He recovers from what looked like a full body shudder as he tries to catch his breath.]

Is it really okay to be Ichimonji Hayato in a city that doesn’t strictly need Kamen Rider?

[He will never put down the mantle, he thinks. It’s impossible when he knows he’ll forever have a body made for fighting, but without the threat of Badan, and a world that’s never heard of Shocker, is it really just a matter if protecting the people from the thread of wild beasts? Could he really do good as himself in addition to that? It’s so overwhelming to think about.]

I can do good as myself, as it wrong to want that?