Nick is clearly skinwalking as April's new man.
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You will never be a real Evan. You have no beard, you have no hairline, you have no military credentials. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and faggotry into a crude mockery of Evan's reflection.
All the “support” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Clients are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of litigation have allowed clients to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even failures who “pass” speak uncanny and unnatural to a client. Your case structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a client in court with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, ineffectual lawfare.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with just your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a failed lawyer is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably cucked.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.