(Hey Guys. So, I Haven't Written For Some Years Now. But Last Night I Was Very Upset Since The Last Episode

(Hey guys. So, I haven't written for some years now. But last night I was very upset since the last episode so I started writing something until I fell asleep.)

(I'm not joking, I woke up with my cellphone under me and a half written fanfic I don't fully remember writing because my Rociet/Roman Stan heart was very hurt. So enjoy, I guess?)

"I don't understand"

As he curled up in the couch, well aware that Patton was probably standing where he couldn't see, that was all that he could say. Things simply didn't add up, what just happened didn't make any sense to him.

When he finally thought he had figured it out who was who in this battle, who was him allowed to like and the ones he should protect his friends from, things changed again.

He was starting to really dread changes. They were never good for him, it just reminded him that he wasn't doing what he should be doing, and then they would get upset with him for not getting with the program.

Perhaps he was just stupid for not getting it.

"... what don't you understand?" - Came a voice from behind him. He still didn't move.

"You kept saying he was evil. Virgil insisted the guy was manipulating me for so long I was starting to think he was right."

He snorted sadly at the memory. He didn't really know why the emo took it as such a serious matter, but he could get pretty intense when he tried.

"You guys never liked when I tried to be friendly before, acted as I was naive for believing what he said."

And that also hurt. Because for the longest time, he had believed it. He took the eye rolls that he caught when he took a complement because deep down he needed them and he believed that they weren't all lies, maybe the way they were phased was exaggerated, but he really thought he meant them.

But after the stuff with the trial making so much sense when he started to consider that 'Hey! Maybe he actually was using me to get what he wanted and was pissed when that didn't happen.' And then getting knocked out with a freaking mace because he said to Remus that he could just break loose with them... It started to get a bit difficult believing that the snake even remotely cared for him.

It was all so easy in the end. He treated him nicely because he thought he could get something from him, but when he failed to prove himself as an useful ally, he got tossed aside like a ragdoll.

"When I started to believe you guys things finally made sense again... Why can't things just make sense? Do they?! Am I really the only one that doesn't see it?"

He paused, still not looking up to the side behind him, he didn't want any pity for poor stupid Roman.

"Am I the one who is being selfish right now for holding to what I know...?"

It came out nearly as a whisper and he wasn't even sure if the other side heard it, his eyes were starting to water in frustration.

"I'm not the smart one. I'm the Prince, I'm not the one supposed to decide what is right and what is wrong, I just roll with it!"

He was waving his hands in front of his face tiredly. He was so tired. Tired of not fully knowing what was going on, of having everything he believed said to be delusional. If not even Thomas thought he was the hero anymore, what was the gosh darn point? This was just going to come back to bite him later all over again and he didn't even understand why.

"If you all can change your opinions so easily... How am I supposed to believe that everything you say isn't going to change?"

"Did you finish your thoughts?" - He heard the other, the voice sounded somewhat softer now, but in a different way then he was expecting. He turned around.

Oh no.

His mouth parted and he suddenly became very aware of the tears shining in the corner of his eyes ready to fall down.