Chapter 38
Ronan couldn't sleep.
He'd tried, closed his eyes, shifted in bed, even counted backwards from a hundred. None of it worked. His mind was a storm, and the thing gnawing at his thoughts wouldn't leave him alone.
Losing emotions…that was no damn joke.
He couldn't stop thinking about it. The System hadn't said much, but what it did say kept replaying over and over in his head like a cruel echo. "Emotion conscience and autonomy will be terminated."
Would he even still care about his son? About the people he loved? Would he wake up one day and look at his son like he was just another face in the crowd?
That thought hit him like a punch to the chest. He didn't even like the imagination of when such thing finally happened.
He sat up on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, palms over his face. The room was quiet, but inside his head, it was anything but.
Would I still recognize how much I love him? Or will that just… disappear?
