“You are so… cold,” I said in a quieter voice. “So completely void of anything human that it’s almost frightening. Do you even hear yourself when you speak? Do you even see what you do to people?”
My chest tightened painfully.
“Or are you just that used to breaking them that you don’t even notice anymore?”
I could swear I saw a slight crack in his demeanor.
"You sat there with that dead, blank face like none of it touches you, because nothing ever gets through to you, does it? Nothing. Because whatever is supposed to be in here—" I pressed my finger against his chest, "—you don't have it. You don't have a single functioning piece of it. Your heart is hard and cold and completely, totally dead, and I feel sorry for you. I genuinely feel sorry for Moonie, who has had the misfortune of—"
