Natebecca
Why couldn't they understand? Rebecca was his inspiration, his muse. Every song he'd written since they'd started dating was better, stronger, clearer. She was exactly what Nathan needed, but the band just couldn't fathom his attachment to her. He had become so attached he didn't even know if he could write lyrics without her. To detach his music from Rebecca might take the very soul out of it.
And here he sat, during his own damn intervention. As Murderface sharpened the knives Nathan knew he'd better make them understand. She was the blackest, most soul-smothering woman he'd ever met. She was the lake troll, the yard wolves, and every Klokateer all rolled into one. She was the blackest part of his own soul. Every song he sang was a hate song directly to her. She was his inspiration.