‘Mother just said things to you that should have made you furious or hurt or—something,
anyway—and you just sit there trying to think of ways to help her. Don’t you ever feel like lashing out at somebody? I mean, don’t you ever lose your temper?’
‘Ela, after you’ve inadvertently killed a couple of people with your bare hands, either you learn to control your temper or you lose your humanity.’
‘You’ve done that?’
‘Yes,’ he said. He thought for a moment that she was shocked.
‘Do you think you could still do it?’
‘Probably,’ he said.