There was pain, cold and terrible, a thing burn of heat and turned into freezing violence. Unforgiving.
And then rising heat.
Hate.
A voice whispered, giving name to the feeling.
And the feeling spread until he could see nothing.
Then a soothing voice reached out to him, filling his ears with its calm, cooling the rage that threatened to devour him whole.
"Sweet child, you must learn to see with eyes unclouded by hate."