How could she be smiling like that at all times, talking like she knew best? Believe this, believe that, like she was the expert on everything. All it did was get on Ales' nerves, the irritation causing his hands to twitch.

Those were stuffed into his jacket pocket.

"No, because I'm not a lazy idiot. I go off and try something else. Why, are you saying you would give up and resort to only hoping that someone else solves the problem? Is that what you do? Wait for some designated 'hero' to fix things while you sit back and not take responsibility?"

Just. Like. Polokus.