"What do you want, Zeno?" He muttered to himself as he strolled into the bathroom.
Once he stood in front of the mirror set in the bathroom he silently stared at himself and then he asked himself again, "What do you want, Zeno?"
"What the hell do you want?!" he yelled at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, "You can't give her the happiness she f*cking deserves, so take her out of your head… get her out of your head you bastard!!!" He yells again and slams his fist into the mirror, shattering the glass into pieces, not minding his now injured knuckles.
"Not Luna! You can't have her! You mustn't have her! It's Luna for goodness sake! Luna! You carried her when she was just a little girl, you bathed her, clothed her, fed her!! So how can you—" He paused, clenching in to both sides of the basin, "—how can you think of holding her? You shouldn't think that way about Luna. Disgusting bastard."
He just had no idea what to do anymore.
