I ask myself what good it does, to take my anger out on them.
[That's a little self-righteous herself, maybe, or at least it would be if she weren't so resignedly matter-of-fact about it. He looks so strange when he turns to look at her, somehow very young and yet ages old all in the same expression.]
I won't convince them I'm right by shouting at them. No stupid person has ever been called stupid and thought, "Why, you're right, I am stupid!". I can't solve that problem with anger. So, I turn the anger to solving problems — like banging on a strange devil-man's door to ask that he teach me to be a doctor.
[The humor of it, in retrospect, actually manages to bring a sheepish sort of smile to the corner of her mouth. She'd been so angry, so frustrated back then. But she'd taken it and put it toward action, and look what had resulted.]
...Like raiding a city alone to rescue a loved one from peril.
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[That's a little self-righteous herself, maybe, or at least it would be if she weren't so resignedly matter-of-fact about it. He looks so strange when he turns to look at her, somehow very young and yet ages old all in the same expression.]
I won't convince them I'm right by shouting at them. No stupid person has ever been called stupid and thought, "Why, you're right, I am stupid!". I can't solve that problem with anger. So, I turn the anger to solving problems — like banging on a strange devil-man's door to ask that he teach me to be a doctor.
[The humor of it, in retrospect, actually manages to bring a sheepish sort of smile to the corner of her mouth. She'd been so angry, so frustrated back then. But she'd taken it and put it toward action, and look what had resulted.]
...Like raiding a city alone to rescue a loved one from peril.