Identity is a core part to each person. You literally can’t tell people apart without it. The image that we make for ourselves helps leave a fingerprint on who we are across Arcadia. Our actions help define, our outfits build, and our posture drills it all in to the self image.

But no matter how much one tries to posture and hold, there are just a few core things that you can’t change about your image. Things that society can take a single look at and discard you on the side, leaving you powerless. Sure, you can scream and kick and do your best to bury that image of you, but as long as the world sees it? It’s there for good.

And image is something that you know all too well Narcissa. Ever since you’ve stepped foot inside the halls of Arcadia, you’ve been focused on little more than your image. From the woman leading the forefront, the different outfits and the way you’ve handled yourself, confidence and power has always been your friend that you’ve pushed forward.

But we both know that it isn’t the truth. You spent so long being Narcissa, hiding the truth of who you were behind the eyes of us all. Only when it became convenient that you shifted back to the Hera you had been before. And when Zeus was struck down, your image shifted to that of the raging queen bent on destroying those who harmed Zeus. Time and time again, you try to make yourself what you aren’t. Because deep down, that truth is more frightening.

Without that image, that power? There’s nothing left.

Do you think the people buy the lovey dovey routine after spending so long rebelling against him? Your image is haunted by the decisions you’ve made, the image flickering again and again to try and keep you on top. But there’s only so much you can change, so much you can fight against before you go tumbling down from that image of power.

And they shatter like glass on impact.

I speak from experience, that it can be absolutely devastating at first. Finding what seems to be everything tied to who you are, now a broken scarred mess in your hands. Forced to choke down a legacy, and either let it swallow you whole or build up and become more than your image. Many have tried, again and again, to break the image that I’ve held for so long now.

But actions speak louder than the words, the gear, all of it. If you can’t build off of who you are and how you act, then all that image is waiting for is a swift kick to be shattered to pieces. You make those choices, and then reap what you’ve sown for your identity. I know that mine is built on my choices to defend those that can’t, and to do what’s right.

What foundation remains underneath your image Narcissa? A gaping hole of the abyss, or that you’re nothing without your hubby?