As the firey man with a megaphone stood on the makeshift barricade and spoke in broad terms, the two of us stood on the balcony. I could sense her staring daggers at him.
"Look, avalanches have immense power, right? And they start with a single snowflake landing in a certain spot, and it grows from there."
"And he's that snowflake, I get it."
"No, listen, sure that first snowflake gets the credit, but without all the other snowflakes, it can't do anything!"
"And we're those snowflakes?"
"No! We're the survivors who've got to clean up afterwards, so stay focused."
"Fine."
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