You know what? I don't honestly care how much of a crush the Commander has on you. If you want to risk destroying your mind and bringing about the end of your backwater little planet, who am I to stop you? Pick any damn mask you like, or don't and stay as nothing more than Sundancer.
I'll deal with her pouting about it if and when it becomes an issue.
Three thousand years ago, on another plane in an alternate timestream, I summoned to me the souls of all remaining members of my entire extended family line, living, undead or otherwise and burned them in an astral pire of impossible strength. In that dread conflagration of the souls of all who held ties to me, I forged a weapon of terrible power and purpose and with it slew the twisted entity that would call itself the God of my world.
I don't do family gatherings.