I like thinking about stories. Archetypes are partly... they're good for figuring out how stories fit together. And people are tapestries, right? Lots of threads of stories. Or brushes of paint, if we wanna stick with that theme. We come into the world as a canvas and the frame and treatments we start out with and then the paints that we pick or that other people pick or whatever, they all contribute.

( Her mouth snags in something that doesn't quite make it into a smile. ) I got this power. I can see people's memories, show them mind. I think I could mess with them, if I had to. Try to uh, strip away bits and pieces or shape them into what I want, but I can't do that. Changing someone's stories would change who they are, and if... a person wants to change, they need to be able to do that themselves. With their memories and their control and shit, yeah? Hope to Christ believing in autonomy ain't that against the status quo.

( Although, she hold up a hand for a second, sips her bourbon, and considers. ) I mean, sure, I could be this magician thing, yeah? But I can't attribute all the shit in my life to being a magician, or excuse myself from shitty things I do because they fit in with that archetype. I could still change myself. I got the painting already laid down, but I can change the painting and produce more stories and make myself into something different, or... be the type of magician, at least, that I want to be, I think. Stories aren't the only thing, they're just a frame? But we need that frame.

( A slow exhale. ) If that even made any bloody sense with the back and forthing, I dunno.