Maybe a part of me just doesn't accept the powers that come with my species. I want to run. To never feel obliged to put others before myself again.

Though I can't, I want to. Having the power of empathy means that we must work as mediators and help resolve conflicts. No time for yourself in the life of a fliegel.

Maybe my life can change someday... and I can be happy for me. 

Anger. Is it anger I sense? As I move towards the angry blob, I see a pair of frightened eyes staring back at me. "Please, Please don't take my emotions, I-I need them." They say in a trembling voice. Why would I take their emotions? I can absorb negative emotions into myself but I would never take all of their emotions. I don't even think that's possible.

Why is he so afraid?