[ Living for yourself. A tall order, maybe. But an important one. Ephemera nods just once. He's tired, worn down by everything that's come to pass. His own actions, the weight of the past. All that love and rage and memory. It feels impossible that he could let it go, that there would be anything left of him if he tried. But he doesn't want to be Sharkface anymore. That's a start.
Drake did it once. The reasons were different, but he managed it. Came out steady on the other side. ]
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Drake did it once. The reasons were different, but he managed it. Came out steady on the other side. ]
Okay.
[ It's a place to start, at least. ]