Lord Shaxx is honestly my hero: Great Storyteller, Master of Enthusiasm, Teachest through Trial, charming, funny, decent, can recite Shakespeare by memory and be the paramour of Mara Fucking Sov without blinking after being teleported through time and space. More than anything, he believes in fighting for a greater purpose to the point of learning from the Hive how to make weapons that are forged of belief, but never become like them. Because for Shaxx recognizes the Hive’s belief in survival at all cost is a hollow belief, and it is better to fight for a better future.
Saint-14′s lesson is that you might well be a legend, but a greater strength can come from standing aside, to be a shoulder for another to stand on. It takes humility to recognize you’re not the hero of the story, and have faith in another to take the role.