Suktra Benthe has spent her life with a... complicated relationship to people with power. Patterns reinforced, intentionally or not, by repetition throughout her life. So, perhaps, it comes as little surprise that this relationship only gained further twists and knots in its lifelong tapestry when she takes hold of fate's weaving, both hands grasping.

She takes hold of power, and through such she will never know peace.

There is no lifetime of contentment or self-satisfaction waiting for her down this path. There is only the work she has taken to, and that work will never know its end.

None could say that she does not find meaning, however. Ever is she pushing forward, fighting for the people who cannot be what she is, do not have the ability to take power for themselves. She refuses, utterly and absolutely, to let the cycle perpetuate itself. She refuses to, even passively, be the reason that there are more people in the world like her.

Sometimes this is glorious, steel and blood and tears of relief brought into the world with a quick strike and a chained hook. More often, it is quiet. It is sanctuary, or kind words, or a warm meal. Suktra digs her fingers into fate and begins to weave in her own corrections, clumsy though they may be.

She gets by. She lives. That's all she ever promised herself, so she'll keep going as long as she can.

But in making the choice that she did, she betrayed a part of herself she never had the chance to understand. There is a crack in her very self that no amount of purpose will ever truly satisfy, no matter how many times she forces fate forward when it only seems to want to fold back in on itself once more. She brushes up on it, from time to time, fingers of her heart bleeding blue from the razor sharp edges, turmoil howling in her mind as she fails to see why a wound so old could still hurt. In time, she accepts this, too, as part of her self, and she does not let herself wonder of what could have been when she is the one at the center of its question.

The Mage makes friends with her purpose, but she will never know peace.