"For psychological issues, you should talk to Harley. She's a professional psychologist, while I'm a mercenary."
After leaving that dimension and returning to Earth, Su Ming felt as though even the air had improved. He stretched lazily, glanced at the distant Parthenon Temple mountain, and flicked away some ash. "But I happen to know this is called 'Beyond the Pleasure Principle,' an important part of Floyd's theory. It discusses the development and regression of higher desires, which may result from External Forces that promote adaptation. In both cases, instinct may make accepting compulsory changes a source of pleasure."
"That's right. Every religion comes with its own rules, like kneeling before idols or praying at fixed times every day. Those are compulsory changes—someone else's rules."
The ape folded his arms and looked in the direction Deathstroke was watching. Lights glimmered on the distant sea, belonging to ships underway. "Simply put, people living in confined spaces have nothing else to enjoy, so they turn suffering into a game and become addicted to being forced. Once the craving hits, just like the junkies we've seen, they need increasingly larger doses to feel excited."
"Heh. Why else do you think I was so forceful with her just now? Isn't it because she actually likes being forced? Hippolyta may look down on ordinary humans, but she'll obey a warrior stronger than herself."
He stubbed out his cigarette and put it away. Su Ming smiled, ruffled the ape's head, then put an arm around Damian and Billy. "All right. Donna went with Hippolyta to see a doctor, but our mission isn't over yet. Rest for a bit, then we'll deal with the Remnant and wrap this incident up."
"Even though I don't seem to have been much help, I at least got to witness firsthand how