Was it a wooden one? Because a stiff breeze can break a wooden one so that shouldn't count. And it was... I thought it was easier, but it turned out my SO was keeping me solo because he knew I would start to have second thoughts about why he brought me in the second I realized not everyone in the organization was a dubious backstabbing asshole who'd toss me aside in a second like he told me they were. As soon as I was on a team, the feel of everything changed. Other people make it... different. Easier.
Yeah. That's definitely a thing that takes some getting used to. Fiction bumping into reality. Or realities bumping into other realities that appear as fiction. Still not sure where it falls. Asgardians and Chitarui are the only two we've bumped into as far. But one's as boisterous warrior race and the other tried to invade. You?
It blew up in my face and got people it wasn't supposed to killed. It wasn't so much that it was harder, but I was forced to do it in my own way... And it's hard not to think like a manipulative double agent when you've been doing it for fifteen years, and cooperating on the terms of the... good guys is forcibly taken off the table.