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Hate all you want, but you can't break the girl who thinks nothing of you. So go ahead. You can't be compared to me.

Millie had had the most dreadful day this weak. And they had all been dreadful. For the past few day she'd been packing and fussing about a school that she was going to despise attending, while Tess seemed to find joy in the whole prospect. And why not. Once thhey were away from home, Millie would have no protection from the immediate clan. Not that Millie needed protection; she was a prodidgy, but Tess seemed to find that thrilling. Tess was finding many things just wonderful about this school, while Millie was stuck with every little embarassment, detention, and freak accident that nearly decapitated her. Now, Millie was just plain sour.
Of course, it didn't help that Millie had to stay behind at the survival class room for punishment after she rightfully defended herself, while Tess was probably booby trapping their room with all sorts of deadly traps for the unaware girl to fall into. It also didn't relieve Millie's mood that she'd lost Oli, and was stuck waiting, frankly lost about anywhere except the classes she'd attended and her dormroom. Millie had plstered herself to the wall of the underground survival forest and sat on her rump, watching the forest, dazed in thought.
She reflected on Cammy's attack today. At the time, Millie had been completely terrified of dying, but now she was angry at her self. Why hadn't she felt it coming. Because she had the blunt side of the blade swinging at her? Even then, Millie would have known if it were a normal attack from a human. And Cammy was human, wasn't she? Albeit, she was a strong one, but there must've been something more. And from cammy's response...Millie suspected that she hadn't conciously done it. Or maybe it was just her imagination...
Intrigued, Millie mulled over this, and that hint of a story about revival that Cammy had gone through. She still wanted to ask Oli about that. Then, Oli came, and Millie jumped up and walked over. "Hey," Millie greeted, slightly less disatisfied with everything than before. There was no changing Millie's stubborn frown, but she did her best. "Oli, before we start, I was wondering if you could tell me about that thing you mentioned about Cammy. Did you ssay he had died and..." Millie gestured in a cycle, meaning reveival, with an eyebrow raised.

Hate has always given birth to more hate. The gyre will widen, and sense drifts farther and farther, chaos ensuing.

Hate all you want, but you can't break the girl who thinks nothing of you. So go ahead. You can't be compared to me.

Millie and Tess clearly did not enjoy each others company. People who knew them saw that well enough by now. The two raced to get up early, to get the jump on one another the next morning. Millie's victories had often resulted in the sneaky swish from her covers, a flurry of quick footed blurs around the dorm room, slipping on clothes, tucking her shoes on, hand combing her well behaved ink black hair, brushin her teeth and hurrying outside while spitting the suds into the potted plants. Normally, Millie was good at this game of avoidance, but she'd taken to accompanying Oli, now known as Olivia, in her training with the survival teacher. That first night two weeks ago had clearly displayed the one thing Millie's nerve could not make up for. Physical combat. Olivia had struck her out cold the first night, having probably assumed that if Millie could kill a troll, she had some sense of physical prowess. This was not tue in the least. Millie's hardcore spirit was locked into an immovable body of a small human girl. Her greatest pysical skill was the reflex to run. Realizing this, Millie had intruded on Olivia's lessons.
And they exhausted her. Millie always woke up as early as she could manage, weary, battered, oddly numb. Beating Tess to the c**k's crow was a chore.
Recently, hating how far behind she was, Millie stalked Tess on her morning practices. Or she had. She would have continued had they not been so boringly mundane compared to Olivia's. Millie was sure that Tess knew she was watching. So, Millie would watch Tess meditate out in the field or practice swings, thrusts and lunges for a while, then hurry to the cafeteria, order something for her growling stomach, and do her own meditation among the cafeteria tables. She sat on the bench, cross legged in front of her cereal on the table with her eyes closed. She was humming a monotone sound and reliving the excersizes Tess had been doing that morning. At that moment she was in the field, her overshirt tossed on the dewy field, and was lunging, thrusting and swinging dutifully, sweating in the glow of the early light before todays mission with her family sword. If Millie kept up her replication of all these techniques, she believed that Millie would even take Tess's precious sword from her.

Hate has always given birth to more hate. The gyre will widen, and sense drifts farther and farther, chaos ensuing.