What would you have me do? Would you like me to weep? Should I fall down broken because oh, it's just too much, it's all too hard?

[In the end, does it matter if she's feeding his anger or angry in her own right? The results are the same, with her voice mocking and her spine straight and her hands tense at her sides because gesturing is just another habit she trained herself out of.]

What purpose would it serve, Plastic Man? Crying about a problem isn't going to solve it.

[Maybe she's admitting too much there. If she wasn't so caught up in burying her emotions, would she be crying right now? This feels like the sort of thing that people should cry over, a lost child, but Max hasn't cried for years. It's not an indulgence that she allows herself, not even in private.]