"They're faries, so long as they aren't mean to Corn, they can have whatever they want from me," she said, firmly. She let go of her hands to cross her arms. "Nothing magical has ever hurt me as much as humans have, nor could they." Both because magic is clearly a mark of a superior being, and because Kyoko has been hurt by humans. A lot. Her mother. Sho. The Beagle. That crazy woman that Ren... Nope. Not thinking about that. Where was she? Right, people she hated.

As she got lost in that thought a dark purple miasma grew around her and a small spirit floated up out of her shoulder, cackling evilly.

List of people who she hated. No, people who hurt her. The list of people she hated was two long, and she was NOT thinking about the Beagle. So him. Sho. Her mother. Herself....

The dark aura grew stronger, darker, more visible. The little spirt began splitting into more and more of itself...