It should frag me up to realize this, it should trigger the rage in my gut. But there’s nothing there in my gut anymore—nothing. I’m empty. I feel hollow, like a cold wind’s blowing around inside. Too much has happened, too fast. Maybe I’ve dissociated. Maybe it’ll all come back at some point in the future, a huge fragging tidal wave of emotion that will turn me into a raging mucker, I don’t know. But at the moment I can’t feel anything.