Of course, I hated her. I wanted to rip her, tearing her limb from limb while she pleaded for mercy. I would give her none.
Now, my friend was telling me I have to turn into Buddha so she doesn't mess with my mind and powers.
"I do hate her, but I think some mediation might help during battle if that's her weakness," I muttered, the words feeling foreign and absurd on my tongue.
Meditation. Inner peace. Who am I kidding?
Vayra nodded, a flicker of relief in her eyes. "It's not about forgiving her. The Gods know I never could. It's about... compartmentalizing. Putting the hate in a box for safekeeping, just for the fight. Once we defeat her, you can use all that anger for other... stuff."
A choked, half-hysterical laugh escaped me. Trust Vayra to find the morbid humor in it. "Deal
