Kaitlyn raised her eyebrows in shock as one of her sisters began physically assaulting their instructor. She would never actually hit someone. Sheâ€™d just been trying to get him to feel some emotion, any emotion. While she knew he didnâ€™t feel emotions, she doubted this extended to pain. She found herself wincing at the blows and also scared that the instructor would call security to deal with the troublemaker. And all because of her. All because she had stood up and spoken out, all because she wanted so desprately for someone to feel love and affection towards her. She sank low in her seat, truly ashamed of what she had caused. She watched with morbid fascination, waiting for something more to happen, but nothing did. Class was excused as usual, and they filed out of the room.<br/><br/>Kaitlyn was one of the last to leave, dragging her feet slowly across the tiled floor. She came ito the general area and took her normal seat among everyone. She had, in fact, just picked up a book sheâ€™d been reading when Tamara made her little joke. She flashed her sister a weak smile, her cheeks blushing furiously. â€œWell, how else am I going to know what a kiss is like?â€ She glanced around at her brothers and sisters for a moment. â€œI doubt any of you want to kiss me, like a couple kisses.â€ She batted her eyes at Tamara a few times before laughing lightly and getting up.<br/><br/>She wandered away towards a corner and sat down with her book. It wasnâ€™t really a big deal, not really. Like the common populace, the book also had no emotion. It mainly consisted of actions with little emotional reasoning behind them. Oh sure, the author wrote that the reason was because the guy thought the girl was cute, but there was no emotion behind the thought. Did he think her eyes were pretty, or her figure was nice or the way she laughed until she cried adorable? Kaitlyn didnâ€™t know. There was just the word cute and that seemed to be enough for the couple to get married and have children. Was that what the outside world was like? Just the detached motions behind every act? Did they not truly desire to do what they did? She shuddered slightly at the thought. Who could do something without having the slightest bit of feeling towards what they were doing? It seemed so inhuman, more like a robot than anything else. She shook her head slowly, pitying them. And they wanted her to do the same? No. She would rather die. She knew that much at least.