If I was forced into a body that wasn't my own with my skills and abilities that I spent a majority of my life being the very best at it, significantly lessened or gone, and only having a fraction of my memories. Enslaved and force to whatever commanded by twelve year old. Had my very being torn from the inside out. One of the very few people to ever stand up for me and just not simply blame me. Several different enemies trying to kill me almost constantly for glory or personal revenge.
While knowing my father did this to me and wants me to die while the people I have spent several thousands of years with do nothing but watch and bet on my death. Knowing why and they won't ever intervene because I have been to position and have done same thing over and over again.
I, too would cry everytime someone was kind to me and constantly be having a mental breakdown and identity crisis
