And when I call her a fool, she really was a fool. I mean, we both had reasons to hate the Shepherd and the Abbey. Hate its absolute control, its restriction of freedom, and how it touted "purity" and "the good of the many over the suffering of the few" as the absolute moral standard for everyone in the world. But I didn't care enough to fight the world to tear it down-- not like she did. Actually caring about anything never really got me anywhere, after all.
[leans forward, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin in her palm]
People say that pure, unadulterated hatred is a bad thing. People say that anger and rage can burn a person to cinders if they aren't careful. I thought it'd eventually become too much for her, and that fire she nursed in her heart would die.
But it didn't.
[. . .]
I suppose that anger gave her purpose. It gave her drive. It gave her the power to change the world. But most importantly, it gave her the ability to live, undaunted by the ugliness in people's hearts.
It made her much stronger than Magillanica ever was.
[she doesn't say it. maybe she doesn't have to, with what her words imply. the sentiment is unsaid, but still there, in the crooks and crannies of her story]
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And when I call her a fool, she really was a fool. I mean, we both had reasons to hate the Shepherd and the Abbey. Hate its absolute control, its restriction of freedom, and how it touted "purity" and "the good of the many over the suffering of the few" as the absolute moral standard for everyone in the world. But I didn't care enough to fight the world to tear it down-- not like she did. Actually caring about anything never really got me anywhere, after all.
[leans forward, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin in her palm]
People say that pure, unadulterated hatred is a bad thing. People say that anger and rage can burn a person to cinders if they aren't careful. I thought it'd eventually become too much for her, and that fire she nursed in her heart would die.
But it didn't.
[. . .]
I suppose that anger gave her purpose. It gave her drive. It gave her the power to change the world. But most importantly, it gave her the ability to live, undaunted by the ugliness in people's hearts.
It made her much stronger than Magillanica ever was.
[she doesn't say it. maybe she doesn't have to, with what her words imply. the sentiment is unsaid, but still there, in the crooks and crannies of her story]
[I really admired her]