He had never been one of her fans.
Had never really believed she was as wonderful as she appeared even if no one could see it his way.
He had called her a killer before, but never believed that she could've been capable of this.
He had found a way to get past his 'troubles' with her because of his father and sister.
Because of the memories he had of the woman she had once been.
Memories that were in contradiction between the woman who had become a serial killer.
The woman who had done what he always feared.
The woman who had destroyed his family.
She had attacked him and his sister.
Had killed his cousin.
His father had done the only thing that he could and had killed her.
And just when he had thought that they might get past things like Sami's vicious, painful, attacksm tradgedy had struck again and Belle had killed herself.
And once more the world had stood still.
He was 24 and in less than a year he had buried his cousin, grandfather, a surrogant grandmother, various close family friends, and a woman who was the closest thing to a mother he could remember having, and his 'Tink.'
And while he was trying to figure out what this Peter Pan would do without his fairy sidekick he knew he couldn't breakdown.
Facing theses losses were almost impossible.
But he had to.
He had to be the strong one because someone needed to.
Because someone had to keep Basic Black afloat.
Someone had to run Titan.
Someone had to keep an eye on Nicole and keep her from destroying his grandfather's legacey.
Because someone had to find the whys before they destroyed them all.
Before she won. . .