I almost feel sorry for Maximillion Pegasus. Almost.
I get the he is an eccentric billionaire who has had his heart broken, ok, I get that. I get that he has this big castle, full of empty space, just waiting for people to come and fill it up. But no matter how much empty space he has, no one will ever fill it. I get that he is lonely. I get that… I really really do.
But… almost dose not count.
That little fuck took the only thing that I really care about from me, to try and take only other thing that I mildly care about away.
I'm pathetic, like he is, but I don't mope around and feel sorry for myself… well, most of the time I don't anyways.
He thinks he can throw big tournament to fill this empty space that he has in his heart, in his life. He thinks that he needs all of his shit to make in whole, to make him human.
He only has that gay little butler of his to keep him company. I have a few more people than that, but not many.
But I really do get him. If I were him, I'd hate me too.
But like I said… almost, is far far from absolute.
