When she hated, she hated with a passion. Her fury was cold and froze even the most indifferent victims. Even the strongest ones fell to her icy nature. And she was so very proud, of what she had become, of how far she had come. To let no one make her their doormat, to be in control, she had given up the tattered shreds of her humanity and compassion. She was brutal and ruthless as any predator. She was bitter and yet so very glad about it for it had taught her to trust no one and fear nothing. She had seen it all. She had felt it all. And she would never fall again.
~Rei Shiori
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