I’m not religious, but after this encounter I’m going to need to go to confession.
Just when I’m getting to the point of no return, they both step back, entirely synchronised, leaving me breathless, confused and wanting.
“What are you…?” I begin.
“Now fight,” Ford says, raising his fists.
“Wh-what?” I manage to mumble.
“No emotion. Switch it off. Do it now,” Ford insists. “Funnel what you feel, use it. Fight me, Asia.”
The thing is I don’t want to fight him. I don’t want to fight Sonny. I want their lips and their hands on me once more. But I guess that’s the point. Ford knows me better than I know myself. Emotion does rule me, and if I want to survive, I mustn’t let it.