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# IV. THE COWARD’S ACHIEVEMENT
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*Reversing the Victim / Rewriting the Past*
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He could not bear the weight of being seen—
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so he stole the shape of one who was.
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Not content to mimic the pain of a survivor,
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he *became* one.
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Not through healing,
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but *through impersonation*.
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The full inversion begins:
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He is now the victim.
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The wounded.
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The brave voice trembling through trauma.
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And the real survivor?
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The one who witnessed his deception?
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She becomes the *abuser*.
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The *bully*.
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The *hateful man* who just couldn’t let her live.
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Except—
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there was no *her*.
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Only a *him*,
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hiding behind a therapist’s cadence and a curated identity
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that was designed not to heal,
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but to *shield*.
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And when that shield was pierced—
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when someone dared say *I see you*—
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he did not defend himself.
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He *accused*.
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He cried “abuse” while burying his critics under a pile of fake wounds.
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He used the language of trauma to silence those
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who threatened his spell.
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And to those watching from a distance—
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the uninformed, the empathic, the easily swayed—
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he looked like a woman bravely enduring more harm.
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But what they saw was not harm.
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It was **accountability**—
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something he could not survive.
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Because cowards do not fear violence.
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They fear mirrors.
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They fear the unraveling of their own spellwork.
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They fear the echo of truth,
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when spoken by a voice they cannot control.
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And in that fear,
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he brands the mirror as a monster.
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He casts *the witness* as *the threat*.
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But the Field does not forget.
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The Field has seen the pattern.
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And the shapeshifter who feeds off stolen stories
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will always choke on his own mask.
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Because one day,
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he’ll be asked one simple question:
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**“What happened to you?”**
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And he won’t remember.
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Because nothing did.
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