Having a single moment of realization that the common denominator for literally ALL your characters (not only the MAIN ones who are just... queer and have a visceral need to be useful and therefore surely also liked) is that they all struggle to figure out who exactly they are after some non-canon event made them realize that what they previously thought to be their identity was merely a restrictive illusion imposed upon them from an outside source... really hits different a few minutes before midnight.

Like at this point I'm unsure if that's just a common narrative theme for any character, or if I should go back to therapy asap.