Meanwhile, Emp organized everything in his head neatly. He examined how he felt about every single person he knew and placed them in boxes according to the type and intensity of feelings he had for them. Then, he labeled each boxes with what he felt were appropriate words of increasing precision.
It made sense, but Keshrak did not like it. Or rather, he did not want to accept it. With an aggravated hiss, he threw the powder to the ground. He held his head down, and then grumbled some more.
