I dig the internal struggle displayed to be interesting, a desire for something different but an eventual feeling of inability to actually influence things in a meaningful way.
(Also, maybe this is just because I engage with plural stuff a lot more often now, but I ended up just reading this all as a plural thing. One alter fronting after being gone a long time, feeling like nothing is right, trying to make sense of things, trying to find their own happiness. It ended up being my main interpretation of the story, heh.)