This is what life is. Fear, rage, desire, love. To stop feeling emotions, to stop wanting to feel them is to feel death.
We think of our emotions like they’re these unique, personal phenomena, that no one has ever felt what we have felt. There is a basis in science for every emotion we feel. Anger, love. As a scientist, I know there’s nothing magical about what makes us feel something for someone else. But then I see her smile. Man, that cannot be science.
When you are what I am, you don’t feel things the way normal humans do. An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is… rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece of burnt meat.
Most fights are over before they start. Those guys followed us into an alley. What kind of idiot goes into a blind alley to escape? Emotion over logic. They didn’t think. They just reacted, so they let me dictate. There are no victims. Only volunteers.