But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn't it?
We can never be gods, after all--but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.
Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.
There is no greater warrior than a mother protecting her child.
Loneliness is a darkness of the soul
But perhaps that was just the way of power: no such thing as too much.