You know what I love? Characters who rally against fate.
Main characters who, when told their destiny, throw up a big middle finger to fate and fuck right off to change that shit. Friends of main characters who go “hell naw we ain’t doing this” and drag the main character somewhere else. Characters who fight prophecies, who are ready to throw down when told what they have to be or do, who go out to make their own destinies. Characters who refuse to be or do what they’re supposed to because there’s no way in hell they’re gonna lose somebdy or be some sort of sacrificial lamb.
Because, in the end, even if things end up the same, even if the prophecy was right in some way, there’s something so incredibly human in deciding that the world can’t tell you what to do.
