He had been feeling tranquil lately. But is it true tranquility, true peacefulness? Or is it because he’d severed himself from his feelings, merely observing them with cool disdain?
He had sacrificed what that wasn’t needed for survival, not realizing that these very qualities made him human. He could no longer hurt, no longer sense pain.
He could no longer feel jubilant or shattered or wrathful. Not even mildly happy or marginally upset.
But thank goodness, he was no longer in pain.