The Alters review - a half-hearted gesture to a question never answered

One of my alters is hurt. He’s being torn apart by what he is, both physically and mentally, and isn’t sure if he can take the strain of existing in this body. He takes a drastic step in the night and needs urgent medical attention. I approach him, wanting to offer comfort; I think I know how he feels, after all - I’m him. Standing at the side of the infirmary bed, I select the only dialogue option: “I can see you’ve been a little tense lately.”