"No one can control their hate," Red Son said, a low growl in his voice. "If anyone was capable of that, there would be a lot less tragedy in the world."
Hate was as all consuming as love could be. It was a complete inability to be indifferent. It was a fire that grew and grew if not snuffed out.
"But you misunderstand. I don't hate Wukong," Red Son said. "Anger and hate are different things."
But he had been snuffing out any hate and at least in that regard, he had managed.
It was the anger he struggled with. Maybe part of it was because he was used to it. Anger had always been a huge part of him. Something he had never overcome. Merely direct it. And it was easy to be angry at Wukong than other things.
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Hate was as all consuming as love could be. It was a complete inability to be indifferent. It was a fire that grew and grew if not snuffed out.
"But you misunderstand. I don't hate Wukong," Red Son said. "Anger and hate are different things."
But he had been snuffing out any hate and at least in that regard, he had managed.
It was the anger he struggled with. Maybe part of it was because he was used to it. Anger had always been a huge part of him. Something he had never overcome. Merely direct it. And it was easy to be angry at Wukong than other things.