“What are you feeling?” (ana doesnt buy your excuse that you feel nothing ky deal with it)

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“Nothing.” The words came out far easier than he thought they would, but all the same, he wasn’t going to deal with explaining to her what he truly managed to feel. Nothing was easier to explain as he didn’t need to feel anything —- all that it usually was ended up being anger or hate. That was the normal these days, “It’s what I always feel.”