[She snaps, though there's a genuinely-meant question in there somewhere, behind the hostility.]
Some days I feel nothing but rage, and some days I feel nothing at all. But what difference does that make? Is being a shell filled with anger and grief really any better than being a shell filled with nothing at all? Either way, there's no humanity left in me.
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[She snaps, though there's a genuinely-meant question in there somewhere, behind the hostility.]
Some days I feel nothing but rage, and some days I feel nothing at all. But what difference does that make? Is being a shell filled with anger and grief really any better than being a shell filled with nothing at all? Either way, there's no humanity left in me.