"Wow. That sounds like an incredible story I would love more details on... but you became a moose. A bug-moose, but a moose none the less," you said with a frown. Why were you arguing with him on this so much? Wouldn't this have potentially answered your problem with Chrysalis and Ap?... at least, to some degree. Yet you couldn't help fighting it. Maybe it's because this was the path that would keep you from still being a king. Maybe it's because an excess of colors hurt your eyes. Maybe it's because this felt so incredibly forced, you had to flip the universe off and say "Fuck this!"