I think Ethan would be tired of people trying to "protect him" but the bitter truth is...the whole time, everyone was just protecting themselves from Ethan's reaction to the truth. Mia wanted to protect their family. Chris wanted to protect his team. No one wondered what Ethan would want. He would like the fucking truth, not this dancing around the topic. Everyone knew more about his own life than he did. Everyone cared about him. No one trusted him with the truth. No one respected him enough to be honest with him. Maybe because he did make things worse even without realising. The one person he loves the most, Rosemary, now also carries the curse he unknowingly inflicted on her. His body is not even his own. He is mold. Is he even Ethan? Or a mold puppet with memories of a man long forgotten in Dulvey, just like the Bakers? If he stands long enough in one place, will he turn into the dark sludge mold that covered the walls of Baker's residence? He loves Mia. He loves Rose. He loves his family. He is not his family...he is a dead man parading around, an average of Ethan Winters' moments until his time of death. He might be fascinating to some or endearing to others. But he was never enough for anyone. He was always lacking. That's why he was always kept in the dark. Protection his ass, he just wanted someone who would trust him. He feels like he has no dignity. Cast aside when alive and only preferred when he is a memory. Maybe that's what he should have stayed as. A beautiful memory that couldn't be tolerated when it became alive. Because in this chaos of heroism, bioterrorism, and larger-than-life everyFUCKINthing, he should have been gone a long time ago. And maybe he already was...what stayed behind is the snapshot of a man who will never move on. Because the dead could never move on. They can just decompose.