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>it made him question all the suffering and immorality he swallowed just because he believed he didn't have agency
I just want to elaborate on this
Imagine living your WHOLE life being told you're not real, that you're just this thing with a man-made purpose. And that purpose is killing those like you. "My kind doesn't run" you've been told, and you tell yourself, you have no choice, what can you do, you're not real, you're not capable of rebellion, it's not your fault you were made to kill other replicants. You live your immoral life in quiet acceptant suffering, you were almost proud of your resignation. You wish you were real but that's a pipe dream. One day, you find out you are real, you've always been real, you've always had the ability to choose, to refuse, everything you've done was your choice: you assumed you had no soul, so heaven wasn't even an option, but now you know all that blood is on your hands, you were special but you lived a life of disgrace and depravity. All that suffering you've suffered and inflicted upon others are as real as you are. But a switch has been flipped, your life now has purpose, you can choose, you want to be even more real, you'll even die for it.
But then you lose everything you love, then you learn you weren't even real in the first place, it was someone else. Your agony and loss were for nothing. You don't even have the comfort of at least being real, neither can you return to your blind acceptance