[She fights with the urge to yank at her own hair, unspeakably frustrated at this downward spiral of a conversation. She can't refute him without anything that she said just going in one ear and out the other. Certainly, she herself knows that feeling of utter impermanence, of the haunting certainty that in the end, she barely made a ripple for all that she stopped a typhoon.]
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[She fights with the urge to yank at her own hair, unspeakably frustrated at this downward spiral of a conversation. She can't refute him without anything that she said just going in one ear and out the other. Certainly, she herself knows that feeling of utter impermanence, of the haunting certainty that in the end, she barely made a ripple for all that she stopped a typhoon.]
...do you want the rope?