Firo's fists clench at that analogy, the knuckles turning white. Damn, he really wants to hit someone now. Not Luna, of course, but someone. One of the people she lived with or one of the people who wrote those bullshit books she said she read. It takes effort not to yell, too, but he manages to keep his voice low and even. "No. You're wrong about that."

But what does he have to back that up besides his conviction? That's a little harder, but he just keeps his mouth moving and hopes his brain catches up. "You... You want things--you said so yourself. You talk to people, you make friends. That makes you completely different from something like that."