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Horus taxed my understanding to the point of despair the other day doing violence to his little sister which has the magical effect of putting me into an absolute rage.  After the 5th blow to Treva’s head, I was ready to haul him off to sit on his bunk bed for the rest of the day, but somehow I managed to calm myself down, and I took Horus aside and came up with this:

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I know you, Horus.  I know who you are.   I know you are a kind and good person.  And I know you love your sister.  And I know that there is a sparkling crystal core of goodness and love inside of you.

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“There is, mum.  There is.”

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And I know you love your sister.

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“I do.  But sometimes she turns into a hobgoblin and I have to fight her.”

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The next time she turns into a hobgoblin, come and tell me, and I will perform an exorcism ceremony with you, and we’ll transform her back into herself.

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“Ok.”

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Let your beautiful crystal light of sweetness and love shine through, ok?  Because you can’t fool me.  I know how wonderful you are.

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“Yes.  I am.”