If I could be anything in the world with nothing stopping me, I'd be exactly who I am now. And that's the trick, isn't it? People want you to be certain things, behave in a certain way. Fuck those people. Let them have their expectations and their small-mindedness. I'm fine with me.

[Which seems kind of like he asked a question that, had he lost, would have been a trick. If he's already that person then there's clearly nothing stopping him.

But there is. That sword of Damocles of knowing that he's on borrowed time, that his body was never his, that Lucien is always there somewhere. There are threats to Molly's life, threats he refuse to acknowledge, but they're there.]

The only difference is if this were ideal, then no one would ever try to stop me.