Ok but like, imagine being Royal (Iconoclasts). You are Quite Unique and Special. You were raised your whole life solely under the premise of you being Quite Unique and Special. You are sheltered and spoiled beyond words.
Everyone hates you.
You were practically genetically engineered to have the most punchable face on the planet. You are stuck between people you have privilege over (who hate you because you're a spoiled brat) and people who have privilege over you (who hate you because you're a spoiled brat). You never asked to be a spoiled brat, and you've known no life other than being a spoiled brat.
You are Quite Unique and Special which separates you from the common people (because you're special) and separates you from the other Special people because to them you aren't special enough.
(spoilers follow)
During the events of the game Royal tries to help five (5) times. Every time he tries to help he goes to someone hoping they're going to respect him because he's Quite Unique and Special, and every time he's reminded that everybody hates him. After each time he fails to help he keeps going up the ladder, and every time he fails.
The common soldiers (and General Chrome) don't respect him, the Bastion Elite in the tower don't respect him, the people at One Concern HQ don't respect him, Mother (and Pete) doesn't respect him.
So he goes to the one person that's left, the one person who has to respect him. He goes to The Moon in the Fucking Sky and Meets God and gets everything he's lived for all his life thrown back at his face...
And then he dies.











