#ouuugghhhhhh

Oh I'm going to be ill actually

NO BECAUSE THIS IS CANON NOW BECAUSE SHE SHOULD DO THISSSSS

Imagine you die and come back and that coming back is a long and painful and lonely experience and you look not quite the same, reconstructed from memory and subconscious, and you feel older despite not looking it, and you've had a lot of time alone in your own brain, and all you want is to escape that loneliness, to return to the world and family you knew before. And you do, despite all things, and are met with a mirror of your own face, practically unchanged from the day you died, but healthy and energetic looking and unflinching, missing a number of your scars. and they are a reflection of every trait you hated about yourself before your death, fawning and noncombative and hiding every fear and criticism and struggle, willing to do anything to survive even if that meant feigning nievety and letting others hurt you in order to at least live through it. And you are staring at this grim reflection of yourself that seems so much happier than you ever really got the chance to be for any length of time in your life, and you're held at sword point as someone you called family stands between you and it because to them it is the perfect reflection of their memory of you, the one that miraculously came back, a thing to be protected and preserved, and you, the late arrival, with your new scars, and your weariness, and your bite, and your refusal to go quietly, are a threat to it.

OUGH☹️☹️☹️☹️