An Interlude

“How do you feel,” the instructor asked.

It was a dangerous question. They weren’t supposed to have feelings. Not here, not now.

“It feels . . . like I want to let them use my things. Like I want to share with them,” he answered hesitantly.

“No. No, you should not feel that way. You should want to protect your things. No one should be able to take your things from you. You must be strong to hold on to them, to protect them. You are not to feel that way again.”

“Yes, master.”

Blessings & Peace,
Hugo

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