Lyra isn’t being stubborn just for the sake of it,she’s literally fighting for answers about her own life, her trauma, and why her world shattered. This isn’t a case of a kid simply ignoring instructions or acting out (someone put it that way). This is someone desperately trying to reclaim control over her own story after it was ripped away from her.
Expecting her to just stop digging for answers when she’s the one haunted by nightmares, burdened by unanswered questions, and facing real danger is absurd. Blaming her for wanting those answers is not only unrealistic but completely unreasonable. People who think Lyra should’ve just stopped looking are completely missing the point.
Her life is shattered into two conflicting versions. She quit dancing, gave up everything she loved, and the weight of those dreams and flashbacks — and what they have done to her,is immeasurable. She herself has changed, and every day she spends pretending everything is fine kills her a little more inside. Breaking through all of this, facing the truth, and living with the pain of what she’s going through is beyond heartbreaking.
In those dreams, her hands are small — a child’s hands,but she’s nineteen. In those flashbacks, there are lines mentioned like “she’s a big girl, she’s not going to cry” or when her father, bleeding, drew symbols with his own blood, she remembers “painting on the walls isn’t allowed, that’s a rule.” This is heartbreaking,because those aren’t just memories; they’re moments frozen in time, lodged in her mind in a way no one should have to carry. It’s gut-wrenching, these aren’t the thoughts or feelings of someone who fully understands what’s happening ,they’re the fragile logic of a little girl trying to make sense of chaos. The harshness of those moments is inescapable all of this is a painful contrast to the nineteen-year-old she has become.
She’s been carrying the burden of PTSD ever since the trauma she suffered at four years old. She’s stuck in the middle of a dangerous situation, with key pieces of her own past deliberately kept from her. Why wouldn’t she push to uncover the truth? Why wouldn’t a girl who has lost so much want to understand why her father died the way he did?
Lyra isn’t reckless or careless,she’s fighting for clarity, for closure, and for a chance to feel normal again. Her persistence isn’t defiance; it’s survival. Why should she live in silence? She wants to figure out what happened.
