Hate can arise from love, and hate can also be transformed into love. Nathanael Morgen taught me this lesson - not only that the boundaries between these two feelings often blur, but also that love is not always what it seems to be. Love can be manipulative and exploitative, and sometimes a feeling of affection hides a deep darkness that is not immediately recognizable. Although Nathanael had kidnapped me, he was a better person in his own way than Luis. He may have been cruel, but at least he was honest in his cruelty. Luis, on the other hand, had entired me with his false gentleness and his beautiful words, only to hurt me later in a much more subtle way. Nathanael had left no room for illusions, he was direct and unmistakable. And in that clarity lay a kind of honesty that Luis never had. The experience with Nathanael has shown me that love is not always what it pretends to be. It can destroy, but it can also pave the way for the truth, even if this truth is painful.