An internal clash of remorselessness and acute guilt and shame surge through the hyped up glandular functions of Chuck's emotional hardware.
Only a shimmer of blue light... providential mercy... sustain the tower of counter-balanced emotions from complete and utter collapse.
He bears the blows with a numbness that is strangely foreign to him, a numbness that he will come to know very well in the coming times.
As the zombification creeps into his delicate nervous pathways... artistic sculptures... melting like the intricate ice scuptures they are...
It was always a possibility... that was the sense of urgency underlying the panic and anxiety that Chuck used to motivate himself... the dependence of pineal glands...