Go with your instincts?” “But my instincts are to kill and maim.” He didn’t see how that would help anything. “Not the Fox’s instincts,” Brody said. “The man’s.” Huh? Did he know how to separate the Fox from the man? Did he even remember who he’d been before the Fox? It wasn’t like he had any attachment to his real name. To that person. They’d been weak. They’d let others hurt them. The Fox would never allow that. The Fox didn’t allow emotion in. The Fox didn’t care about others. The Fox was all about logic and action. Not emotion.
