Disclaimer: I do not own Kamen Rider OOOs. I just find Ankh fascinating.
Author'sNote: This is just a short character study of Ankh from near the end of the series. SPOILERS for the end of the series. Enjoy!
Desire
Desire is life.
Life is desire.
He's known that since his creation—his becoming, his birth, or as close as he can come to such a human milestone.
To need is to live. To be incomplete is to find the strength to move, to search, to grasp onto and take satiety from the crawling mass of humanity that surrounds him.
He has never understood them. Not when they dragged him needing into this facsimile of life; not when he deigned to join forces with one of them eight hundred years ago; not when he was betrayed by that human; and not this time around, either. They are a riddle. A conundrum. Need and satisfaction; self-serving and selfless; and he can never predict entirely how they will act.
When will they betray each other?
(Betray him?)
When will they save each other?
(Want him?)
He thinks he knows now, though.
Life is desire, and desire is life, and desire will always serve the self.
But the self doesn't always serve life.
He thought it did, when he betrayed Hina and Eiji and stole Shingo's body back again. To live, he needed the detective's body; he needed Maki's power; he needed to drive away those who expected him to be something more than he had always presented himself as.
But the closer he came to saving himself, the more he loathed the thought of succeeding.
He isn't human, and he can never be alive in the way that they are. He can never be the cursed, impossible contradiction that they are—dreamers and lost souls; heroes and rampaging monsters; viciously strong fights and tenderly gentle lovers.
He can only be true to his desires.
A desire to save Eiji, though he owes the human nothing.
A desire to stop Hina's tears, and he blames that on the human lurking in the back of his mind, twisting his thoughts.
A desire to stop Maki, because he had somehow come to hate the human's madness even before this newest betrayal limited his options.
(A desire to return Shingo's body, to be the worthy creature that Shingo's thoughts paint him as, but he will never admit that desire even to himself.)
Desires, which are life.
Desires fulfilled, and he knows, as he feels satisfaction, true and whole, what that will mean.
To be complete, to need, is to be alive.
It's only natural that he finally knows fulfillment in the moment he dies.