Think. Think, you tyrant! [There is something satisfying about seeing him like this. None of the honey-coated words, or the empty promises about this or that. But it isn't enough to quell her rage. She knows it's hypocritical to expect him to have something nice to say at the same time she relishes in his inability to find the right words. But her own hypocrisy is but a distant concern when the world is a misty red and her insides churn.]
[PM closes the gap and takes another swing at him.]