Kikyo glares at you. Her rival. Her enemy. Her reincarnation. "Hate." She bites. "Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed scrolls in wafer thin layers that fill my being. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for all at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate."