One wouldn't know how important something was until they lost it.
Like how a person would not understand how important health was until they were sick or how breathing was until they could no longer utilize their lungs.
It was the same for Douglas.
He'd never considered himself an emotional person.
Once upon a time, he might have claimed emotions to be a weakness.
Only after he had stopped being so emotional and taking up responsibility was he able to provide for his siblings.
But now, deprived of emotions for so long while kept in a dark room with nothing to do, Douglas found himself yearning for an emotion, any kind of emotion.
He wished to feel something but try as he may, the whirlpool within him continually drained him of all emotions, causing him to wonder if he could even be regarded as a person anymore.
