“I hate him. Hate. I hate him.” She whispered this last, but ferociously. “A jewel is forming inside my body. No, it’s not my heart. This is harder, cold and clean. I wrap myself around this new jewel, cradle it within me.” It was not over. She went everywhere he might be, hunting him so that she could polish her hatred on the sight of him. “My hated gives me strength,” She said.