The rage churns and twists inside me like a live thing made of hot metal, but it’s under better control now. It’s not going to go away—I don’t want it to go away, not till it’s satisfied—but at the moment it feels more like a useful tool. Something I can control, whose power I can channel and focus, instead of it controlling me. That’s what I hope, at least. It’s an extension of something they taught us in the Academy: get angry when you have to, but use the anger. I don’t think my instructors were thinking about anything like this, but the result’s the same.