Wheeling Gull Isle are you feeling it now, mr. krabs?

"You d-didn't. It was this... this thing," she insisted, still glaring at the crab. She'd never be mad at Nuwu, or Luli, or Xiaoqing, but that rule didn't apply to literally everything else in the entire world. She could hate everything else but them, and right now? She hated this crab. 

But Nuwu's voice flittered back in and Haoming paused. 

Revenge... or forgive him?"

Well, that was a good way to get Haoming to stop being so... Haoming. Because she wanted revenge, but how could she slaughter this thing with Nuwu standing right there, asking if she would forgive it? 

Short answer: she couldn't. 

Haoming let out a sharp exhale through her nose and gave the crab one good, last little squish, before stepping off of it and letting it scuttle its way back into the water. 

"I f-forgive it," she muttered, shoulders bunching up indignantly. Not in Nuwu's direction, but at herself.