Of course it's not as simple as then don't be. If it was, they would have already done it. It's not as simple as requiring someone's arbitrary permission. It's being backed up against a wall, with no option, with no choice but to tear into yourself to escape the corner you forced yourself into because it was better that way, neater that way, cleaner that way. Perpetual denial about what you are and what you need to function, because no one can attack you if you leave no part of yourself open.

Just a blank slate, and a lot of pieces of Chara Dreemurr sequestered away. Pressed between mattress and wall, hidden in drawers, buried somewhere that can't be easily seen. Blank white walls, and a silly little cupcake backpack they still turn to, when it's time to run away again.

It's only when there's no room for anything but the flinted truth that the admission can come to light.

"Then let's find them." A small, simple declaration, for a concept that is neither small nor simple. "We can. You can. Because..."

Because you can, you have to?

No.

"Maybe because you don't have to, you can."