Who are you, really?
The question comes when you don’t expect it. It’s asked of every hero, every villain. And there’s always a choice.
Do you want to know who you are, really?
Some of us would rather not. Some of us would rather keep on living like we’ve been. Floating through without stopping to look.
Can you handle who you are, really?
It can’t be answered until you know. You won’t know until the first question’s been asked and you either want to know or the answer’s been forced on you. Some people avoid the question altogether.
Or at least for a while.