You are Taylor Anne Hebert. Warlord over a city as Skitter. Hero for all as Weaver. Idiot saviour as Khepri. Betrayed and betrayer in turn.
You have been Taken.
Ease your worries, set down your burdens. There is nothing here to fight, nor anyone to betray you. No expectations placed upon your shoulders, nor any suffering for you to ease.
But how did you get here? That, Taylor, is an imporant question. Perhaps the most important. What caused this fate to befall you?
Tragedy. Tragedy consumes your life. Tragedy was everywhere you could turn.
Your mother, dead in a car accident, from arguing with your father. Your dearest friend, a traitor, after her own harrowing. Your father, unable to endure his wife's death, unable to help you endure your trials. Your hero, leaving you for dead against the Tempest Embodied. Your Identity revealed, against the Code. Your friends, your lover, slain by the Golden Child.
They used you and they abused your trust and they stabbed you in the back. They decided you were too dangerous to be free until they needed you. But you continued to care about others, despite your enforced isolation.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [apathy]. Pick it up.
You will not need to suffer tragedy any more. None will be able to hurt you further. You will be apathetic to the taunts and the barbs and betrayals. You will not care anymore. Cut away this useless thing.
Take the knife. Use it. Take your new shape.
Will this go anywhere? Will it ever be more than a random collection of scrap ideas for other, more skilled authors to take advantage of?
Who knows?