[ Ange knows the question is dumb. It feels dumb. She feels kind of ridiculous for thinking it, for voicing it. She should be cooler and more composed than this.
But she can't help it. It's been so long. She has things to do back home, and she's been stuck here for so, so long.
She's so tired of it. That's why her tone falters a little bit, the anger and annoyance from before giving way to something else. The girl sounds tired, and maybe even a little upset in the sort of way that's more sad than angry. ]
I can't stay here for years. Especially while it feels like I'm not even making any progress, no matter what I do.
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[ Ange knows the question is dumb. It feels dumb. She feels kind of ridiculous for thinking it, for voicing it. She should be cooler and more composed than this.
But she can't help it. It's been so long. She has things to do back home, and she's been stuck here for so, so long.
She's so tired of it. That's why her tone falters a little bit, the anger and annoyance from before giving way to something else. The girl sounds tired, and maybe even a little upset in the sort of way that's more sad than angry. ]
I can't stay here for years. Especially while it feels like I'm not even making any progress, no matter what I do.