Sorry. Sorry, shit. Just- I- I need to be Persephone. I'm not going to let this place make me anyone else. And John- I- . . . I can't blame him, for not wanting to be part of this. Can you?
No, I know, I... It's hard. It's hard to have people that close, but I just—I thought... [They trail off with a frown, one hand pressed to their forehead in thought.]
But you said it was because of the dream. It was because of...who you are?
Just- stop. Stop trying to tell me who I am! It's fucked up, being me. It's fucked up being all of us. Nothing will ever make this OK, and I'm not going to pretend it is! Who cares what Ananke thinks I am. I still get to say who I am.
Still. I . . . like being the one that they're afraid of. Woden, Ananke, other assholes.
Maybe being the Destroyer does mean something horrible, maybe it doesn't. Ananke thought it meant enough to kill my family over it. To kill you over it, just because you were nice to me. So now? Now they should be afraid of me. That's not something I'm ashamed of, or sorry for.
[Inanna tilts their head and leans against the wall with arms crossed while they digest that explanation. Their tone is even when they finally respond, even and curious.]
So it's like you're reclaiming the name? It makes sense. A different way of refusing to give them any power.
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