ldwechsler wrote:Talking about Honor's "beast" is pure nonsense. She is not a saint and never claimed to be. When she acted out of anger, she was simply being a person. A kid twice my daughter's size literally ran over her on a track while they were in junior high. He had tried to bully her before. I was very angry and, frankly, wanted to smack the kid especially when the school's leader pooh-pooh'd the whole thing. A letter from an attorney changed their minds quickly particularly when the kid smacked another smaller child around.
We get angry a lot. Wanting to kill someone who has tortured people or who has killed the person you love is hardly abnormal.
Too much has been made of the whole genie thing. A large portion of the Sphynx population has the the genetic mod and there were no reports in all that books of those people being aggressive.
You seem to be ignoring the way the author writes about her when she is in one of these states. This is from
Field of Dishonor, chapter 20:
Henke leaned back and rubbed her face with both hands in a futile effort to scrub away her own fear. She'd never seen Honor like this—never imagined she could be like this. She hadn't shed a single tear when Henke told her. She'd only swayed, white-faced, her brown eyes those of a maimed animal that didn't understand its own pain. Not even the heartbreaking keen of Nimitz's lament had seemed to touch her.
Then she'd turned to Clinkscales, still without a tear, expressionless as a statue, no longer human but a thing of ice, and her voice hadn't even quivered as she gave her orders. Nor had she seemed to hear him when he tried to speak to her, tried to express his sympathy. She'd simply gone right on in that terrible, undead voice, and he'd darted one agonized glance at Henke and bent his head in acceptance. Fifteen minutes later, Honor had been in Henke's pinnace, headed for Agni.
She hadn't spoken to Henke—hadn't even turned her head when Henke spoke to her. She might as well have been on another planet, not in the seat just across the pinnace aisle. She'd simply sat there, dry-eyed, clutching Nimitz to her chest while she stared straight ahead.
That had been two days ago. Agni had been delayed breaking orbit by the need to take on reactor mass, and Lord Clinkscales and Protector Benjamin had insisted on holding her another six hours while they transferred up an entourage for Honor. The Protector hadn't said so in so many words, but his tone conveyed a message Henke would never have dared ignore: Honor Harrington would return to the Star Kingdom only in a way that made Grayson's support for one of its own unmistakable.
Honor hadn't even noticed. She'd retired to her sleeping cabin, a silent, white-faced ghost with eyes of agony, and Henke was terrified for her. If not even Nimitz could reach her, perhaps there was nothing left to reach. Mike Henke was probably the one human in the universe who knew how desperately lonely Honor had been, how much courage it had taken to let Paul into her heart at all, and how much she'd loved him once she had. Now Paul was gone, and—
Henke's worries broke off in mid-thought, and her head snapped up as the sleeping cabin hatch opened.
Honor wore her captain's uniform, not the Grayson gown in which she'd come aboard, and Nimitz rode her shoulder. She was perfectly, immaculately groomed, but not even the 'cat's fluffy coat could hide his gauntness, and Honor was even worse. She was drawn and ashen, her lips bloodless in a hollowed face. She wore no makeup, and the strong bones of her facial structure, graceful no more, poked at her skin like eroded mountain crags.
"Honor?" Henke stood slowly, as if afraid of frightening some wounded wild thing, and her soft voice ached with pain of her own.
"Mike." No expression crossed Honor's face, and her eyes were worse than dead. They were brown flint, frozen and cold, like steel quenched in agony, but at least there was recognition in them once more. Recognition and something more-a frightening something. They moved to MacGuiness. "Mac."
If you have read RFC God of War series then you know about the "Rage" that comes upon the Hradani when they fight: the way he writes in these episodes is very similar. After the Yawata Strike her husband muses on how he had seen her in many difficult situations, but this was the first he had met the "Salamander" (Honor's beast mode). It is the same sort of state she was in when attacking Ganymede. The is not the way of a normal person, but is instead some sort of warrior state. I believe you encounter the same sort of thing in the short story where her father rescues the woman who would become her mother.