What am I?

Parts.
He had dealt with them all his life. Whether he knew it or not. Parts to protect, or fight fires, or manage things, or be himself.

And he wanted it to stop.

He just wanted it to be himself. Yet he couldn’t. Something was always in the way. Layers upon layers of feelings. Protect him for himself. The thing that lay below everything.

And he worked… hard… to try and talk to or negotiate or… wrestle them all down.

Until…

INSTINCT…

CHANGE