A tale as old as time, woven into the fabric of all we ever could tell. Tragedy remains one of the most common threads in all stories, paired only with comedy for how old they’ve lasted. The heart strings are tugged, woe befallen to all dragged into it. For inherent to the core of a tragedy, the fault lies within the heart of themselves.

You start well, the world, your stage and the lights seem to be angled for your buildup. But they hide the pain, the trauma beneath the skin. It bulges, aches and struggles to keep into the path that started it out and remains in one piece. All it takes is something to push a hidden person’ s struggles over the edge.

And then you watch them fall. Watch as they succumb to this change it consumes their lives whole. Like a ringmaster firing and beating his talent to become the one man show. One who can’t trust the one closest to him, keeping an eye out like a hawk does for prey. For the world of Klaus Way was born a tragedy, and his fate sealed to the ones that inhabit all tragedies.

Foretold destruction.

No one forced you to defeat and break those that had been loyal despite the threats and insults you hurled upon them. No one forces the hand you raise to keep Michela in line. The only one that perpetuates a cycle of violence is you, and the crops you’ve sown will rise up and pay back what you’ve given out. And a fist can only be ever met with a fist.

There is a chance, despite it all, that you could be different. When the world took the best things of my own world, tried to bend me into a tragedy that would’ve crushed the hearts of all, I stood tall. For the ones I kept close were ripped out from my hands, the world turned cruel, and all that I could do was let it wash over me.

But when it came time to prove my mettle, to succumb and fail as bad a byronic hero, I chose a different path. Dogged mind on the hunt for the one that set me down this road, I chose to make sure that others would not feel what I have, and every day I’ve chosen to reject the tragedy the world has built for me. The way that I’ve made, the path that I’ve chosen is what I’ve done is right.

I have no history of violence and abuse to worry about.

No skeletons buried beneath the grand tents

No women chained in rooms until their minds break.

Because at the end of the day, it’s why I’m better than you are. One of us let the world break us down until they became something wicked and twisted, while the other embraced a side of good. Only one of us is going to get dues for the pain and suffering they’ve made. Guess who?