Awake in another world

Marsai's POV

Fenrir…

Just mentioning his name made me understand that I was really capable of hate.

My father's words echoed in my head.

“Hate and love aren't on the opposite side. In fact, they follow each other. If you love someone enough to not hate them, you can hate someone enough and still love them. Both emotions come hand in hand because if you love how they make you feel, you would eventually come to hate how they make you feel.”

Then, of course it made zero fucking sense. How could you love and hate simultaneously? Now I understand it.

Even as the last images of Fenrir punching a hole in Namilla's face terrified me into my sleep, I still in some messed up way managed to see things from his point of view.

I shook my head aggressively from side to side.

Now isn't the time to be thinking about that monster, you need to get out of here.

I reminded myself of my current challenge.

I recalled the snakes in the pot and then the unfortunate man who had tricked me with it. The