I feel nothing. You humans love your pain don’t ya? You just love being in it, you even consider it a virtue. Cry the most at a funeral; you must be the best person. You promise to never forget each other; you promise to feel the sting of a loss, forever, because for ya’ll forever is just the blink of an eye; you’re lives are pathetically brief. When we say forever; we have to mean it, so we move past our pain, we heal, we move on, because pain is a worthless emotion. For a time, my maker was everything to me; he released me; it hurt. Now, I’m over it; he’s nobody to me.