From the gentlest shade to the hate so vivid it burns near red. I want to push him and see how much further he’ll go under the pressure. I know he will grow into a beautiful thing—already so brilliant. Burning so bright, but capable of more, still. And mine, now. My fledgling. Beautiful and brilliant and perfect and yet to truly grow into himself. But that is alright. He is like me. It’s why I hate him, and it’s why he’s mine.
Kult: +15
Kull: +10
Total: 25
Ratio: 1.50