[It's not really even yelling now. Her voice cracks and wavers, hitching hoarsely with the tears that she's not even trying to hold back anymore. She throws the few papers she'd collected at him, still loose leaves. They don't even reach him. She lifts her hands to shove him again, gets them as far as his shoulders but bunches them into fists in the fabric of his shirt instead.]
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[It's not really even yelling now. Her voice cracks and wavers, hitching hoarsely with the tears that she's not even trying to hold back anymore. She throws the few papers she'd collected at him, still loose leaves. They don't even reach him. She lifts her hands to shove him again, gets them as far as his shoulders but bunches them into fists in the fabric of his shirt instead.]
Please. You have to fight. You have to.