#brought to you by me thinking about laudna coming back alive and fcg panicking over a self not based in service to others

[sparring-spirals]

So one of my favorite things to make characters ask themselves is "how much of me, is me?".

which means i am being absolutely spoiled by bell's hells, because, wow. wow. this party sure is collectively chewing over that question, huh. like:

how much of me is me-

-and not my service and use to others, not my coping mechanisms for things gone wrong.

not other peoples wishes tangled around me like strings on a puppet, not my frantic efforts to outrun flaws.

not the clawing monster inside of me and not the webs of lies that metamorphized me into something different.

not my trauma responses, or even, the trauma itself.

how much. how much?