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He doesn't know who he is outside of William Kerr anymore.
He has been playing this role for so long. Never slipping, not for even one second. The terror of being found out and caught and failing the Founder outweighed any want for comfort he might have. It's not like who he was before all this was worth going back to, anyway.
Sometimes, alone at night, he'd try saying his name, his legal name, out loud into the dark.
The words feel foreign on his tongue.
But this isn't so bad. The town is...quaint. Nice. Comfortable. The people are wary of him, to be fair, but nothing some smooth talking can't fix. He's good at that, talking. It's why the Founder chose him.
The mayor is kind to him.
The mayor is the Founder's son, he reminds himself.
In any case, being William Kerr is nice. Losing himself in the role is nice. Not that there was much of himself left. He doesn't mind it all that much.
He can't fully remember what the distant dream that the Founder promised him was, but the journey there...is worth it. Maybe.
He's not entirely sure he wants it to end.