[He turned around, yelling, more emotion in the act than any frustration he had shown before - even the flashes of anger she'd seen prior were but a tepid pot of water to the full boil on display. The fires of all the candles lighting the room flared, making it look as though the sun had decided to rise inside the office and flood it with light.]
The roots should be dead! The sea should be frozen! There should be nothing growing in this venerable one's heart! What good was my father's efforts to kill it all if they're just going to come back!
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[He turned around, yelling, more emotion in the act than any frustration he had shown before - even the flashes of anger she'd seen prior were but a tepid pot of water to the full boil on display. The fires of all the candles lighting the room flared, making it look as though the sun had decided to rise inside the office and flood it with light.]
The roots should be dead! The sea should be frozen! There should be nothing growing in this venerable one's heart! What good was my father's efforts to kill it all if they're just going to come back!