The once debilitating feeling of nervousness was something I was slowly becoming desensitized to.
At the beginning, yeah, absolutely—Mr. Collins was a terrifying entity to behold and face. But after like the three million billion times he's put me on the spot, I'm just really, really tired.
Still alarmed, still feeling bubbles and butterflies in the pit of my stomach, but just less and less with everytime it happens… much like horror movies and their endless deluge of sequels… sooner or later, the scary man just stops being as scary as before.
So yeah, while him putting me on a pinch was still a pinch, and as much reluctant as I was to comply… if bugging Irene for a little while might just finally put an end to this long grueling murder of my psyche here, then…