Your home had too much reach. Its freedom smothered me, caging me in with its vastness. I had no sense of where to turn, no idea what to consider safe. Your Clan worshipped me even as it made me prisoner to fresh fish and safe waters. I could not bathe without being watched, could not sleep without being guarded. As far as I could see, what they did to you, they did to me. The only difference was that they meant my imprisonment to be a service instead of a sentence.
I was trapped between tentacles, falling ever close to the mouth of the beast. With nowhere to go, surrounded on all sides, I saw my doom. It was ringed with a thousand different paths, but it was too late to choose any of them.
I got the grim sense that I would die searching for freedom as the squid swallowed me whole.