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[sharp_as_knives]

When Hannibal parked at the causeway and looked to the island, he could already see something was odd. It seemed to be hailing there, despite the lack of it on the mainland. He sighed and got his umbrella.

Of course, it turned out it wasn't any colder on the island than in Baltimore, and the hail was...marzipan?

Well, he supposed there were worse things it could be; at least it didn't seem to be trying to kill him.

He wasn't going to eat it, just in case.

So now he was in his office, working on plans for lessons and exams, with the door open on the hallway and the windows open on a view of marzipan hail.

This place.

[Open door and post!]

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[trigons_child]

Raven nodded. "Yes," she said. "I have learned a great deal in the past few years, but I have also made many mistakes. For instance, I confused lust and love, and I once accidentally made people love me without realizing it."

And then there's been becoming her father's harbinger and enslaving all of the Earth, but details.

[sharp_as_knives]

"If it provides you any consolation, the difference between lust and love is something many people have difficulty with," Hannibal noted. "Even those who have spent their lives dealing with emotions."

Eh, it wasn't Hannibal's earth. What did he care?

[trigons_child]

"I have learned that as well," Raven said with a rueful laugh.

"There have been some unpleasant incidents in the past" -- to say the least -- "but as I said I have learned a great deal. I am more in control of my emotions now, though they are still dangerous if I am not careful."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Because you project them?" Hannibal asked. "Or because of your father?"


[Bedtime for me. Night!]

[trigons_child]

"Because of my father's blood," Raven clarified. "Trigon himself is no longer a threat. He has other children who have embraced evil, though none are as strong as I am. I want to be good, but there is a dark part of me I struggle sometimes to contain. I could easily become like my brothers."

[sharp_as_knives]

"And what would that do?" Hannibal asked, sympathetic and curious. "If you stopped containing that part of you?"

[trigons_child]

Raven couldn't help but shudder a little as she thought about the things she'd done, the things she was still afraid she'd do. "I would become a creature more evil than you can imagine," she said softly. "I would use my gifts to hurt and kill, and I would revel in the suffering I caused."

[sharp_as_knives]

Did she need help with that? Hannibal would be glad to help; he so hated to see potential wasted.

"And your own emotions are a threat to your control?"

[trigons_child]

That would be bad, Hannibal! Tsk tsk.

"They can be," Raven said. "Anger and fear are the most dangerous, but even love can be, if it turns dark. I know I cannot go back to the way I was and suppress all my emotions, but I must always be on my guard. I am trying to be completely selfless so that I am not tempted to indulge my own desires."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal frowned faintly. "You mustn't be too self-denying. Ignoring or suppressing your own needs can lead to its own problems," he pointed out.

[trigons_child]

"I know," Raven said. "And that is my problem. Trying to find the middle ground. I have seen a future where I was consumed by my emotions and did horrible things to my friends, and I cannot let that happen."

She knew that future wasn't necessarily meant to be, but that didn't stop her from worrying about it.