"..."

Fakir knows lots of emotions.

Anger, hatred, defiance. Cowardice and courage, pride and shame. Lust, love. Longings that Fakir doesn't even know the names of. A dozen gradations of fear, from the fear of being embarrassed in public to the stark terror of death.

Mytho's better off without these feelings. They hurt.

There's happiness, Fakir supposes. That's good.

Fakir doesn't have much to say about happiness.

Roughly, "You'd better ask Tutu."