Boiling, simmering, steaming. It flows through my veins, making me feel the harsher, darker personality. I feel it inside of me, like a provoked dragon, burning the emotions that do remain, until only it dominates my mind, body and soul. I fear it, but I can't hate it. I can't feel anything other than it. It is the Emotion-Killer, the dominator, the antagonist of an unjust story. It's inside of me, and I wish that this dragon realizes his actions will have consequences.