Sometimes I feel like I'm just a normal girl who's been publicized. Sometimes I wish desperately to get worse, to prove I'm not boring, or to just find something interesting. I am smart enough to know it isn't all about me. But ego runs in the family.
Please, like you aren't plenty interesting.
And you aren't? Your life story could eclipse mine twice over, and you're, what, half my age? I'm a side story. A prologue to Roxy's book. You're the *real deal.*
The issue is that my story ends before the majority of my life. Your entire life is it's own fascinating tale.
I suppose I'm just a little frustrated. You realize this is all in your control, right? You could be doing great things. You could be guiding your world to a better tomorrow with those powers of yours, and instead you just wallow in the comforting image you've constructed of yourself, that you are a horrible irredeemable woman who can't change.
To interfere in my world seems immoral, in my eyes. Gods interfering in the lands of the mortal. Is it not what you fought for, to preserve humanity against outside forces? I don't get to quality as human anymore. To exert my will upon a people forming their own culture and society is to make moves I dare not. I do not know better than they do. I shouldn't claim to. Besides, my powers are practically nonexistent these days.
Well, then devote yourself in service. Create public works. Take requests. I know you have magic, and I know you're creative enough to figure out how to use it. Even if you don't have your Seer powers, which I have trouble believing.
With all due respect, you don't know what it's like to rule a planet. Especially when you did not ask to. I haven't finished a single creative work, and to start taking on public services is to commit to an unending task. People are not meant to know the future, or to have their problems solved. It takes away what makes them human. I have given my service, anyways, for a good while there, helping cultivate trollkind. Sometimes, I just wish to be 22. Why am I not allowed that much?
There is so much I want to say, but you're right. You're right. You're just a kid. I'm sorry, Rose. Like I said - a woman drowning and a woman dying of thirst. It's hard not to resent you a bit, but I'm trying.
It's... alright. Trust me, if we could trade places, I'd let you.
Saying that to me specifically is grounds for a wellness check in some counties. It's like those depression exams they had before doctor's visits, where they'd try to trick you with a question where #suicide is only implied.