You've forgotten what a woman looked like. You stare down at her as she looks defiantly back up to you, and you're overwhelmed by the scent of her. Did women always smell so... feminine? Soft, like petals in the air against your raw nose, inexplicably sweet and salty at the same time. She makes you hungry, makes you forget your many hurts, but she also makes you very angry. You want to tear in into her, force her away from you, make her realize all of the pain that's in the world. That something so fragile and naive could still exist enrages you.