“Love and hate, they’re luxuries. Poets might say they’re from the heart, but I say no. They’re lies we tell ourselves. They’re choices made. But fear,” and she lifted her trembling fist, “that’s an instinct. Fear and lust and hunger, they’re universal. The lowest insects have ’em. Fear is in the gut. It’s in the bones. It’s in the balls and the arse and the cunt. Fear and lust and hunger are what’ll bind us together and keep us on the right path. The people don’t need love or hate, Young Lion, but they always have to fear. Bear that in mind.”
