The ability to let the bad/evil go, and hold on to the good and the beautiful, is a learned function, in my belief. Learned by having to, by going through what is necessary, to get to where one, hopefully, can just be, gather one’s wits, and then move on.
Knew a woman named Emily, fifty years ago, for the first year or two, she was a woman, about my parents age, charming, raised in Europe, well mannered, a former lawyer in Belgium. It was not till later that discovered she had been part of the underground resistance in Belgium, and had killed at least one person, a German, to stay alive. She would have liked and understood Hilda.