[That's the thing--Dorian wasn't feeling this way until some time into his...treatment. It's not normal for him to feel like this.

His grip on the chair tightens as the needle comes closer to his clavicle.]

You were mistaken, [he mutters.] I don't flee my emotions. I seldom feel strongly at all, about anything. Day by day, I yearn to feel something. Except for this. It's useless. There isn't any purpose to feeling this way. It's over and done. Why dwell on the past?