Mk sat in a abandoned building in his monkie form, trying to rip away his monkey traits in disgust.... He doesn't want to be this monster... Why did he have to go through all this... He only wanted to help... Mk rolled in the floor in agony as he pulled on his tail, his ears, ripped our his fur, banged his head on the wall which broke out of how powerful he was Mk curled up on the floor sobbing... Why, why, why... Mk punched himself and tried tearing himself apart as he sobbed... He doesn't want to see the future...why was he alive?! Why was he created to be some sacrifice to save everyone! For a damn cycle that would restart the world and kill everyone... He gets that he found another way but he can't help it... The visions of the future, the trauma, the paranoia was too much to bear