[She wasn't thinking of it in terms of feeling. In fact - she closes her eyes, touches her chin, where there was a slight gap between her skin and the mask. In fact, that was the point, wasn't it? Feeling nothing.]
[No. Not nothing.]
Victorious.
[Her eyes flutter open; she draws in breath. The touch of her fingers drifting to her cheek, then falling back to her lap.]
And nothing else.
[That's not what I want, that emptiness. But, but, but. She gives a wry smile.]
[ Spam ]
[She wasn't thinking of it in terms of feeling. In fact - she closes her eyes, touches her chin, where there was a slight gap between her skin and the mask. In fact, that was the point, wasn't it? Feeling nothing.]
[No. Not nothing.]
Victorious.
[Her eyes flutter open; she draws in breath. The touch of her fingers drifting to her cheek, then falling back to her lap.]
And nothing else.
[That's not what I want, that emptiness. But, but, but. She gives a wry smile.]
It felt good at the time. I felt so focused.