Fear, sadness. They’re not weaknesses. They are overpowering, defining emotions. They make you human, Sophie.” “They are signs of defect,” I told him, reverting back to curt Sophie. “Says who?” “Me.” “Why?” “Because I — because...” “Let me guess. Because you are not proud of yourself? Because you despise who you are?” “Because, if you show these emotions, they acknowledge those thoughts?” I was deadly silent for five minutes at least. “Yes,” I stated, breaking the absence of sound. “Do something about it.” “There’s nothing to do. I’m lost.” “Bullshit. You don’t really believe that. You want to stick with what’s easy for you. You foresee the amount of work it would take to transform yourself and you’re too frightened to embrace the challenge. Now, that, Sophie Price, is a real weakness.