Writing Prompt #12

Hero threw their head back, cackling. “Oh dear Villain, don’t you see? Kleos doesn’t come to poor filthy creatures such as you.” Hero turned back, to the television, a cruel grin resting on their lips. “One week. One fucking week, and they think you’ve run away. They’ll forget about you in a month. And the rebellion you’ve been going on about since day one?” They turned their undivided attention to the weeping Villain. “Whatever seeds of doubt you’ve planted will have withered away. Every colleague of yours won’t give a fuck about you being gone. Filling up that space matters more. Don’t you see what I’ve been telling you all this time?” They took heavy steps towards the villain. “No one will remember you.”