You are a Captain. The only thing between your band and asphyxiation. Every Dreg and Vandal counts on you. All of them want to be you. Your entire life is a performance: you play at strength, or you die of weakness.
You have been taken.
Take off your cape. Set down your weapons. No usurper watches you. Nothing is measuring your vulnerability.
What are you proud of? What keeps you brave?
You were noble once. You know it. You wear the memory of power, so that you can lead. But power asks for challenge. Everything that sees your banners and your riches wants to kill you and take what you have.
If you cannot hide yourself, you must make them blind.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [you cannot find me].
Take up the knife. Breathe the blade. Take your new shape.