"You probably wouldn't. And the notion that it could be might even repulse you." I remained silent, and after a pause, she continued,
"Have you ever faced a life-threatening situation and realized afterward that you were having the best time of your life? Have you ever found joy in crafting intricate plans, joy that wasn't tied to how excellent, poor, or significant the final outcome was? Can you envision the satisfaction in creating a complicated problem and observing the elements align themselves, the forces converge, and everything unfolding as you intended?"
These words prompted me to reflect on the assassinations I've been part of. I responded, "Yes."
"Well?"
"Yes, but."
She nodded, encouraging me to continue. Suddenly, I sensed that she was relishing our conversation. Then it dawned on me that I was enjoying it too. Was this indicative of something deeper?
