On a scale from Ikari Shinji to Steven Universe, how well did you adjust to your unavoidable duty to save the world and actually the entire universe from a hostile alien apocalypse through horrific trauma and self-sacrifice because you were thrust into the role of a savior alongside creepy biological hybrid powers you inherited from your deceased mother as a literal young teenage boy, with nothing to help you cope except for the connections you made with other people? And at the end of your story, when all of your friends surrounded you and clapped for you, was it a scarring delusional moment of physical, psychological and emotional breakdown or was it the grand finale of a Broadway-style song and dance sequence?