"Have you ever considered," the moon murmured, "that everything you have become is because you were bound by prophecy from the start? That you never truly had a choice? But… what if you did?"
"You know this isn't real," Iuno said quietly, her gaze lifting to the moon, strangely present now in the blue daylight sky.
"And you know you can never go back," it replied. Not cruel, just softly persuasive.
"Everything you had is buried. This is where you belong now, and every day forward," the moon paused. "Even now, in illusion, you still refuse to forget yourself. You won't let go of your past and embrace a new, possible life. Such infuriating stubbornness."