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"No. I won't stop talking. I know how angry you are. I've always known. I can feel it, like a fire blazing out of control within you. You and everyone else in this world has every right to hate me. To fear me. But other people have chosen to move past their own hate and fear. I'm not saying this for my benefit but for your own. Your anger might be what drives you but it will burn you. Someday, you or someone else will be hurt because of it and the pain of that failure will haunt you forever. I don't need your absolution. I am ok with who I was and who I am and ultimately that's all that matters. My family loves me, my friends know to rely on me, but all I see inside you is pain. Pain...and myself." You say sternly.
"Don't you dare-" Tigress hisses but you cut her off.
"I do dare. I can see the same anger building up inside of you. The toxic hatred that built up over 20 long years in prison is within you. If it wasn't me asking about your father then what would have set you off? You're at a precipice of change right now Tigress. You've run off, away from your friends and family to try and figure who you are but you're still struggling. I can see it and I'm offering to help you so that it doesn't end up being a tragedy that forces you to see the path you wrought behind you. Like I nearly caused with my father. This may not be the Library it once was but perhaps it might be enough. Go and cool off. Think about it. While you still can in peace." Tigress's golden eyes, mirrors of your own, grow wide and her pupils become faint slits. She stands, her hands gripping the edge of the table to hard that the stone corner snaps clean off. She raises it ready to strike you across the head before suddenly lowering and crushing the rock to dust then hurrying off.
You sit there silently as everyone around you looks at you nervously. You sigh, you expected it there would be some awkwardness between you but you hadn't realized that Tigress hadn't moved on since your last fight. It seems like she had simply buried her feelings under her sense of duty. Part of you hated that you hadn't seen it before. After all, you had done the same hadn't you?
You don't have much time to ponder what to do as another voice grabs your attention.
"Mr. Tai Lung?"
You turn around and are face to face with a young wolf girl. Amala.
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