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At some point I got lost.

I can't say for sure when exactly it was. Could've been that I strayed the minute I left home and set foot on the docks to Nera. Maybe it was when a starry-eyed runt was given a research grant and a place to learn; might have been when I helped overthrow a government; very well could've been when I heard the last breath of a man who believed in me as he died in some forsaken tunnel.

It's possible it was with what happened in the Gaol. Or when someone gave me that bright idea to take a crown. It definitely could've been the Curse I earned.

I didn't come here for any of this. I came here and let this place forge a cage for me - and then with the Curse I thought it was safest. If I stuck to the rules, if I followed this structure, and the laws, and devoted myself to this, then I could keep all that Chaos away.

What it did was let me stagnate. Erode. Trapped.

I let them do it though. Because it seemed 'right' and 'safe' and 'for the best'. For who?