It really hurts to find home inside a character, where you can really feel a reflection of yourself in them, only to have them gone in a flash (no pun intended). It’s not really encouraging when their suffering is so real to you, where their road to self-destruction is something you know, and their attempts to reach out for help only lead to dismissal by the coldness of society’s need to hold order no matter who ends up as the collateral damage.
I don’t think I speak only for myself when I say that when your views and self are so far different than those of most of your family, especially the authority figures, you want to hold it in and hide it. Keep it to yourself and change. It’s when you harden a shell around your fragile self and your supposedly shameful secret. When we meet Credence, he’s at his most vulnerable. His shell has been cracked, he finds hope, and he reaches out. It is because of this vulnerability and desperation that more often than not, the ones who reach back have cruel intentions. We can not choose our family but we can choose who to be on our side. This is why people suffer the most when bonds willingly formed are broken.
Credence wanted more from his life than the suffering he was given. Credence wanted to change. Credence wanted and needed help. I think in some way or form, we are all Credence Barebone and we deserve better.
On a side note, Pres. Picquery didn’t do anything and was useless, and when she finally did something she did the thing and I hate her for it.