Imagine knowing who you are well enough, early enough, to know you had one thing, one trick, you could use to escape a hostile place you couldn't be a part of and you bet everything you had on it. It took you where you had to be, to be what you were - you craved the movement - then it faded away, leaving you stranded around people and things as dead-ended (but not as violent) as those you were trying to escape in the first place. What do you do now?
Imagine knowing who you are well enough, early enough, to know you had one thing, one trick, you could use to escape a hostile place you couldn't be a part of and you bet everything you had on it. It took you where you had to be, to be what you were - you craved the movement - then it faded away, leaving you stranded around people and things as dead-ended (but not as violent) as those you were trying to escape in the first place. What do you do now?