[A momentary darkness flickers across their features. Is it like...like a reverse Patronus, maybe. Instead of summoning the happy memories, you think of the bad, the dark, the ugly. You rake away the ashes concealing those live coals and let the fire creep up into your soul in a scalding inflorescence.
Think of the people they want hurt.
Think of the people they want to burn for what they did.
Think of the people that laughed when they cried, kicked them when they opened their arms, set them down on a park bench and said they'd be right back. * I just couldn't handle the responsibility. Think of the people that hurt them.]
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Think of the people they want hurt.
Think of the people they want to burn for what they did.
Think of the people that laughed when they cried, kicked them when they opened their arms, set them down on a park bench and said they'd be right back.
* I just couldn't handle the responsibility.
Think of the people that hurt them.]