There is something in her eyes, and I must have said some of that out loud, but I don’t know which part. Maybe all of it? I almost hex her. I want to yell gotcha, and follow it up with something plausibly mean. I’m supposed to hex her, that’s who I am supposed be. I am supposed to hurt her so she can win in the end. But I can’t, I’m just standing here trembling in the cold, waiting.