Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-8267955-20150513080619

Loys continued remaining silent, trying to comprehend why everyone was acting so .... angry. Even Ziggy, who rarely gets angry, spoke that there was a time in his life that he was aggressive. He wondered why he, himself, didn't react like that a couple of days ago. Shouldn't he have broken a chair? Shouldn't he have thrown an axe at a prized stuffed animal? Shouldn't he be angry for having a father that rarely talks to him? Even after pondoring on being angry, Loys still struggled to grasp the reason why all these people were angry.

Maybe what had kept Loys from raging was that he had a chance of experiencing true love like his father. He said so himself that he'd give up his incoming days for a fraction of the kind of love Giselle and his father had possessed. But looking at it now, Loys started to see that True Love, his kind of true love was selfish. His destiny was selfish.

Grimm might say to him that following his destiny is for the good of everyone but how could he be so sure? Would it be good for his friend Hysterion, who dies in his destiny? Would it be fair to Bellerina to die as well? Would it be fair for Mathilda to be cheated on? Would it be fair for him? It seemed to him that his destiny meant the start of a tragedy, a tragedy he did not want his name to be associated with.

"Hey Ziggy,