Gods, just imagine being Chip. You just died at the age 19, have no idea what to do about it and anytime you go to sleep you have to hold on for dear life to your own sense of self to keep feeling like you still belong inside of your body.
Imagine being Jay, the one who gave the order to keep fighting, one who feels the most guilty, the most responsible for everything they've lost that battle. And now she has to face eventuality that one of her friends may be lost permanently because of this one decision of hers. Oh, and also her leg fucking hurts like HELL.
Imagine being Gillion. The literal weight of the entire world was just dropped on you. Such a big portion of your life has been based on lies, you begin to wonder if there's anything left of the real you at all. If there ever was you in the first place. Soon you'll be forced to determine the fate of the entire world, when you can't even figure out yourself anymore. And on top of that, the dread of possibly losing one of two people that give you the reason to keep going is slowly eating at you.
And then some purple tiefling comes in with a fancy suit and nothing better to do and starts singing out an entire ass motherfucking musical rock ballad about how much your life sucks right now.
