As she walked across a dying world Cora thought about people wanting her to be what they wanted. A reflection of their desires. An empty vessel for them to fill with what they desired. They didn’t appreciate her as she was. Didn’t even see that. They discarded what she wanted and sought in her a reflection of themselves. The people who sought this tended to also be reflections. An endless maze of mirrors with no beginning or end. It was absurd. If she become what someone else wanted her to be she would not be herself.
She would be no one. She would be nothing. Just an insubstantial echo of someone else’s desires, desires that someone else had told them they needed to have. A copy of a copy. What they wanted her to want wasn’t even secondhand. The origin of the desires that they wanted he
