what ?

messed up that you can literally be better and nicer in every way and the adventuring party will still be like "waaa its a shapeshifter waaaa the real whatstheirface would never say that" like ok maybe i am a picture perfect copy of your friend that i imprisoned beneath the earth and replaced when you werent looking. so what. maybe they were a cunt. maybe i thought youd appreciate an improved version of your friend. with awesome eldritch tendrils.

And of course the second part of the tragedy, which is: which quadrant did you think you were in vs. which one you were really in

(flirting) what if i named my sword after you and kissed the blade before each battle for good luck

im actually technically a hivemind but im pretty clumsy and i got every other body of mine killed and now im just one guy. it happens.