Pangs of guilt washed over me in the final moments of Life is Strange 2. I saw the conclusion to this story — this long, strange, formative, and tragic roadtrip — in a manner that felt just and fitting. Throughout everything, I let my moral compass be Sean Diaz’s moral compass. I valued, above all else, guiding Daniel toward becoming a respectable and responsible young man. I wanted him to be someone their dad would be proud of.
Somewhere along the way, I had lost track of their ambitions as individuals. Maybe I never really listened in the first place. I let my goals become Sean’s goals, and then I forced that upon Daniel. If Life is Strange has taught us anything, it’s that nothing ever works out exactly as intended. Even the straight and narrow is littered with unforeseeable twists and turns. My heart was in the right place, and I guess that’s the consolation I’ll have to take.