Guilt is racking me for my actions. If my anger didn't get the best of me, I wouldn't have done it. Zada's words acted as if they were adrenalin, which each one I wanted to kill someone, something, just to keep it at ease. I slightly cringe at the thought. Why do I feel like this, I wonder? I shouldn't. She's a prisoner, nothing more. and still, I cannot convince myself so.