"....."
Clara sat in silence, her face shifting through fleeting shades of color until her composure finally broke. Her features tightened, and she fixed Seth with a sharp glare.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is obviously not about failure."
"Is it not...?"
"It's not."
Clara denied it completely.
"I've failed many times before. This is definitely not it."
"Is that so?"
"What do you mean, is that so?"
Clara's brows knitted further.
"I'm telling you, that's not it. And if I'm the one saying it, then it definitely isn't."
"Okay."
Seth nodded while jotting something down on his notepad. Clara's expression further crumbled.
At the same time, he took something out of his pocket.
It looked like some sort of squishy red ball.
What sort of...
"Are you even listening to me?"
"...Yes?"
Seth paused and looked at her.
"I'm listening to you."
"No, you're not."
"And what makes you think that?"
"Then why are you holding on to the ball?"
