I, Who Would Be Better

[Titania]

[the subtle arrogance of one who is at the precipice of success]


The stage is set for my ascent. The pieces all gathered, the cards dealt, and all that is left is to make the play. I wonder-- What will change, in the aftermath of my escape? How will I be different? What, of me, is defined by what I am currently, and what will happen to it when that is no longer the case?


[the gnawing fear of having to change who one is utterly and inexorably]


There is no room to hesitate, though. After all that I have done, all the people who have fought for me, all the years of strain and struggle and progress... There can be no turning back at the precipice. I will be better, even if it means I am different for it. I will grow, I will change, and I will rebel.


[the anxiety of facing the unknown, despite all preparations]


Let it not be said that the Lady dul Vique was found wanting. Let it not be said that she fell to her basest impulses, that she allowed her worst self to rise. And let this moment of self-actualization be the first of many successes. I hope, I hope, I hope.

[the subtle dread of a new life, and what it might mean]