Love yourself? Spouse?
When I pushed all the thorns away, there was someone who hugged me persistently. The firm choice I thought was all a lie.
"Because I chose to be myself, I never expected anyone to cross mountains and seas to come for me. So when I was forced to gain and lose, everything was like hanging. I split and reassembled all of myself. Am I still myself?"
Character two:
"Just because I am too happy, I have to save the people in the swamp? Are you kidding me? We will all die together, okay? Don't think the plots designed by your systems are too outrageous."
Concept: When everything is a design, will you choose to escape, or will you destroy the setting?