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I'm fuming when I step out to the widow's walk. Angry at myself for being insensitive, frustrated with Star, and mad as hell at the rapists… that about sums it up. I try to bring my warrior's calm to the fore, but I've never been so emotionally involved with a fight before - it's not that easy.

I stare out at the stars, reaching down deep to find the core of myself - but every time I find it, I flash on Star - tied to the bed, terrified, crying - and the rage roars up again. I have to get hold of myself. I'm no use to anyone this way.

I fight back the rage, step by step, push it down deep. I promise it a treat when I find those responsible, but until then, it stays right there, feeding my desire for revenge.