Iris watched him silently for a few moments, gathering her thoughts. What could she say? It was difficult, it was an unbelievable mess, it was private business made public. Her hand drifted to the bottle in front of her but she didn’t pick it up, just ran a finger down its’ side, watched her finger leave a trail of beaded water. “The thing isn’t who’s right, it isn’t who’s wrong or why they’re wrong. Things like this leave little room for thought, for reconciliation. It gets personal, and that means it’s so much harder for both sides to come to a decision that the other will agree to. The point should be to find solutions, not win. Everyone blames, and doesn’t want to believe their point of view is heard. Worse, most don’t know how to make themselves heard so the fights just escalate into worse ones.”
She took a drink after all that, and exhaled slowly. She raised her eyes back to his, and with all the emotion mentioning the recent events had brought up, they had turned from green to blue. “Trying to fix these things is always hard. Especially when the end doesn’t seem very close.”