Hate is a relatively simple emotion.
You can say 'I hate this', and usually no one will ask for a backstory.
You can say you hate someone, and that forces a little more detail, but not much.
Hate is simple. For my line of work, it should be simple.
What I have isn't simple.
I don't want him to come over.
I need him to come over.
I want to rule the city and be a success.
I don't mind when he destroys my inventions.
I trap him in cages.
He stays by me when I need someone's support.
I've put his life in danger.
He doesn't hesitate to save mine.
The battle that happens every day, it's strangely one of the few things I look forward to.
He's my inspiration
For traps, for machines.
To keep trying, to keep going.
I ramble on, he usually listens.
I know he's a spy, yet I have no problem telling him my life story.
He's strong for something so small, yet his fur is still soft and comforting.
Most of the time, he's the one thing blocking me from my goals.
Sometimes, he's the one thing stopping me