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Mercutio was a lot and he knew it. Sometimes, it seemed like he lived off it, being a nuisance whenever he could.
Really, though, it was a sort of test to see if those he cared for would leave.
When people did leave, it absolutely destroyed him, even though he knew it was at least mostly his own fault for sabotaging things.
He didn't know why he was like that. No one did, except maybe a God he didn't believe in.
Perhaps he was just broken.
