I think about this a lot. The conclusion I circle around is that fictional villains exist to entertain empathetic good people. I worry that those of us raised by fiction (hey) grew up expecting more from our bad guys, and honestly giving way too many chances to jerks because surely there’s a reason.
Fictional villains: my motivation involves a complex backstory around lost love and a deep yearning to be understood

Real life villains: being cruel makes me feel like a big strong man

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