» I didn't fall from grace «

Sometimes a family is a necromancer, his apprentice, the bureaucrat assigned to them, a pyromaniac elf who is battle crazy, the pyromaniac elf's dragon son, an old man whose sword is also a bonsai tree, an army of ninja rats, an ancient vampire whose clothes get shredded every time she fights, and the elf's three headed dog.

What if you DIED in the war and what if you SURVIVED the war and what if your family LOST you and what if you LOST your friends, companions, lover and family. What if the only reason why you exist is because you DIED and everyone remembers it and the make-pretend would have never lasted because your mother couldn't take the grief away from herself when she painted you all so you exist but you exist because you died and everyone can feel you did. You're standing right there but it makes no difference. You're not the same. What if you died in the war and came back(was brought back) and it was still you but not completely and they all reminded you of it. What if you died and that death started a split and then a war in your family. What if one side wanted you alive while the other wanted you gone. Because you're gone. There are pieces of you that remain, but it's not the same. And you agree on that. You were always an impostor, even alive. Always lying. You're immortal because you're dead. Their conflict over you keep on killing all of those around you. They're destroying your world. Over you. They don't even listen to those remains of you. You're dead, so you're not listened to. Were you when you were alive, you wonder

Clea has me by the throat, because in a game about grief, she’s the only one not allowed it. Her parents wallow, they indulge all the worst parts of how huge that pain is, and by doing so they force her to ignore her own feelings. The anger I see in her isn’t unreasonable. It’s grief denied, forced aside by the necessity of keeping everyone else afloat. No wonder she’s angry.

"came back wrong" but it's from work