Dread is the encompassing virtue I possess.
Though that may sound contradictory, the virtue is how well I can conceal this emotion.
All parts of my being feel and are exposed to the dread others feel.
I can feel their pain like it is my own and I am helpless to fight against it.
My strength comes from the fact that I can encase these emotions with a wall of aloofness.
The dread comes from knowing that I am unable to stop the secondhand pain I feel.
Empathy, or so it is called.
A curse maybe, but a pearl of secret wisdom I can use for good.
I know that those who possess these emotions feel more dreadful than I.
I can only give sympathy.
