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@@ -26,11 +26,11 @@ Alexey nodded. "For you too, then?"
 
 Sophia drew out a long, slow sigh, as she very gently and slowly let her guard down. "Nearly every day. She would be stressed, from work, and from taking care of me, and from housework, and then… I don't know, it felt like there wasn't even a right answer." She gained momentum as she committed to the soliloquy. "Nothing I ever did was _good_ enough. She'd start yelling at me, about how I never helped her with housework or something, and… it's terrible, but I actually started _winning_ those arguments. Because, I don't know, maybe I got better at it or she got worse at it, but she'd start bringing up my motivations, or the quality of my work, or something, and she always asked the same _stupid_ questions like whether I want our family to die out or the house to rot or _whatever,_ and… eventually, I…" She trailed off, eyes full of tears, voice broken.
 
-"Eventually you just had all the answers," Alexey finished for her. "Even if they weren't answers you liked. May I hug you?"
+"Eventually you just had all the answers," Alexey finished for her. "Even if they weren't answers you liked. Eventually you'd win by saying, 'Yes, I want this family to die, now leave me alone.' May I hug you?"
 
 Sofia, face red, nodded and wiped her nose. She broke into sobs as Alexey slipped off the desk and embraced her.
 
-"I'm sorry," said Alexey. "I'm sorry, I went through it, too. I won those arguments, too. And I know what you wanted to say next, because you're the one who mentioned she was suicidal, and that's what I've been trying to get at this whole time: she made you _regret_ winning, didn't she?"
+"I'm sorry," said Alexey. "I'm sorry, I went through it, too. I won those arguments, too. And I know what you wanted to say next, because you're the one who mentioned she was suicidal, and that's what I've been trying to get at this whole time: she made you _regret_ winning, didn't she? If you won, she just said depressive stuff."
 
 Sofia choked on a sob. "It…" she whispered, as Alexey released her from the hug, "It was so, so much worse. Once she had nothing left to lose. I… I-I didn't want her to die, so I had to keep talking to her, or-or keep her talking, and it was like this new, horrible kind of argument where I couldn't win because it all came back to how nobody loved or appreciated her and how she was worthless… I don't know, Alexey. Did I kill her? She got so _sloppy_ in the last few months. Going out without her drum. Then without even an idol. That last day… yesterday… she went out with _nothing._ She still wanted to die. I never could convince her she was loved. I tried really, really hard to love her, but—"