[she doesn't like where this is going. not for a second. she came here to help, not to get reprimanded. what's worse, she keeps feeling like she's a child. someone else fights her battles for her, someone tells her stop when she tries to fight on her own.
keeping her anger in check is becoming increasingly more difficult, and she bristles up at his hand on her wrist. but she holds her tongue, waiting until she can look at him calmly, her voice holding a bit of an edge when she speaks again.]
I would've told you if I thought you were being a prick. Do you think I wouldn't?
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keeping her anger in check is becoming increasingly more difficult, and she bristles up at his hand on her wrist. but she holds her tongue, waiting until she can look at him calmly, her voice holding a bit of an edge when she speaks again.]
I would've told you if I thought you were being a prick. Do you think I wouldn't?