[ Asuka could recognize that. Hers is a hatred as well, but it's of herself. Not a thing or a people or a place. She shifts her weight, trying to sift through the feelings and images and emotions that pick at the edges of her mind.
At least it isn't quite driving her crazy anymore. ]
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At least it isn't quite driving her crazy anymore. ]
Queen? Really? Queen of what?
[ She sounds curious rather than sarcastic. ]