But this is about Diablo II, and we need to say the whys and the wherefores of beatings and love. Generally, when we dislike something, our urge is to disengage immediately. This is why we didnt play Ico past the first forty minutes (dont look at us like that if were going to have fantasies about saving a foreign woman from certain doom, we want those fantasies to not make us look like an underage minotaur with lukemia fighting shadows with a stick; I also want calling her to my location so that she stands next to me to have roughly the same game effect on magical bullshit asholding her hand (the ham-fisted metaphor here for holding hands as being a fantasy form of intimacy only makes sense if the woman isnt a pale spectre (and on the subject of holding hands, if youre holding someones hand, its because you dont trust them, and you intend to grip some part of their body, because you figure they probably wouldnt accept wearing a leash)). So, then, to truly render something into paste with hatred, it has to possess a strange ability to make us love it and give nothing back. Like the illegitimate child in The Count of Monte Cristo who was buried in a box in the back yard at birth (on the assumption that he was dead because he was blue and also wasnt breathing and they didnt have incubators in those days), adopting it will ultimately destroy you. This thing doesnt understand love, and doesnt want it, and you are a fool to think otherwise.
